Our Love Will Be Like
The soft petals of a pure white rose.
When summer comes, it's in bloom.
As pure and white as virgin snows.
I am the bride and you are a groom.
Husband and wife we will be soon.
Happiness will be ours to say.
So happy, we'll touch the moon.
We'll love the night away.
Our love will be like;
The soft petals of a pure white rose.
If it starts to pass,
You can pick it.
If it starts to wilt,
You can frame it.
The love still lasts,
The beauties still there.
The time will come to pass
And we'll still care.
Our love will be like;
The soft petals of a pure white rose.
When summer comes it's in bloom.
As pure and white as the
virgin snows.
Lasts forever for the bride and groom.
~~Diane M. Lamphere~~
~~6~17~1990~~
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