Rose of My Eye
The sight of a rose dances through my mind
While I am in class, that’s what I see.
There is something about that rose
That stays around to remind me.
The red means blood
That brings life to me.
But blood can mean pain,
But it still as kind as it can be.
The sight of that precious rose
I will always miss.
When I see that rose
It reminds me of your kiss.
You are that rose
That always catches my eye.
Because of you
That rose will never die.
While I am in class, that’s what I see.
There is something about that rose
That stays around to remind me.
The red means blood
That brings life to me.
But blood can mean pain,
But it still as kind as it can be.
The sight of that precious rose
I will always miss.
When I see that rose
It reminds me of your kiss.
You are that rose
That always catches my eye.
Because of you
That rose will never die.
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