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The scent of roses,

still lingers in the room,

though they have withered and died,

many years ago.

The scent… come and goes,

with the thoughts of you,

in my mind.

Dried, these roses hang from my walls.

The scent wafting through the air.

Taking me back to the past.

A past I would love to travel back to,

and a past that I’ll never forget.

I loved you,

and you loved me.

But time and distance,

took its toll.

Living far apart is hard,

when you love someone so deeply.

Not being able to touch them,

hold them,

or kiss them.

Not being able to feel what they feel,

or have the warmth of their love.

So as the scent of roses drifts by,

I’ll think of you

and I’ll love you forevermore.



~*~ Jill ~*~