“All The World’s Roses . . .”

Roses, Roses, all the World’s Roses.
Pale in comparison to my love for you.
Roses, Roses, all the World’s Roses.
As they bloom, all remind me of you.

As the seasons tend to change.
My love grows as time passes along.
Many seasons have passed by.
Still my love grows for you.

No matter where I am each day.
No matter what comes my way.
No matter what I seem to do.
All the World’s Roses remind me of you.

Roses, Roses, all the World’s Roses.
Pale in comparison to my love for you.
Roses, Roses, all the World’s Roses.
As they bloom, all remind me of you.

Although the Roses have their thorns.
I would rather bleed than part from you.
Although the Roses have their petals fall.
In time, they come back in bloom.

Although the Roses I’ve sent to you.
They truly don’t express how I feel for you.
Although the Roses I’ve given to you.
Your hands within mine are all I ask from you.

Roses, Roses, all the World’s Roses.
Pale in comparison to my love for you.
Roses, Roses, all the World’s Roses.
As they bloom, all remind me of you.

Many years have passed by your side.
No regrets exist because of your love.
Together we have given to all the World.
Our love, our art, and heart.

All that glitters turns to dust.
The pursuit of wealth, I’ve set aside.
I would rather be a penniless man.
Then sacrifice my love for you.

Roses, Roses, all the World’s Roses.
Pale in comparison to my love for you.
Roses, Roses, all the World’s Roses.
As they bloom, all remind me of you.

All that glitters; all the greed.
Makes me ill, I do concede.
When others place value in greed vs love.
Hell’s what is then in store for them.

I have given much prose away.
In order for others to have my love.
I have rewritten many songs they sing.
In order to have your love mend my soul.

Roses, Roses, all the World’s Roses.
Pale in comparison to my love for you.
Roses, Roses, all the World’s Roses.
As they bloom, all remind me of you.

Yes . . .
Roses, Roses, all the World’s Roses.
With all their attributes pale to you.
Roses, Roses, all throughout time.
Pale in comparison, to my love . . . for . . . you . . .