“My heart is a red rose. When happy, itsparkles brilliantly. When sad it bleeds andforms a dark puddle under it. When my heartdies, the soft fragile petals fall. So youmight want to put your rose in a vase.”

I waited for your love in hope, That ours would come again, And make me feel the things I felt, When we were one, back then.

But time and distance have erased, The things I wished anew, And now I find myself alone, Though I am here with you.

What good is love, that does not touch, What good is love, that gives you pain. What good is love, that makes you run, And makes you lost out in the rain.

I traveled to another world, Out far beyond the one we knew, I thought that I could live again, And now I find I'm back with you.

But what of hearts that beat as one, And what of passion and embrace, Is it too much to ask of you, To make these tears of mine erase.

Too painful this - to journey back, To times of love and laughter free, The times we lay together with A sense of you , a sense of me.

So now, I journey on alone, Forever wandering, in my thoughts, And I shall ask you once again, What good is love.