Many years it has been,
Since I took that train.
Many times I stood in the rain,
Wondering what became of my love, my Rose
Many nights have I sat alone,
Staring in the fire.
As the moon climbs higher,
What happened to Rose?
At last one nigh I had my answer,
While strolling one summer night through park.
I heard a soft sound in the dark,
And rushed to see the source.
I found the source to be a flute,
Playing the sweetest sound I ever heard.
And my heart soarded like a bird,
For the one playing was Rose.
She had not changed,
She was the same as I saw her last.
With her I had a blast,
Talking about years past.
At last I have found her,
My Rose, my love.
I have found my dove,
I am hers and she is mine.
2006-06-06
05:56:56
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Sammy Hagar
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