Perfect Rose

i wrote this one about someone who was very special to me, but i smothered our love.

I once held a perfect rose.
I once breathed the fragrance
And was amazed by it's beauty..

I held it so dear to me
never wanting to let it go
never wanting to lose the touch...

But in holding that perfect rose
as tightly as i could
it only died in my hands...

Now i sit and i remember the touch
i remember the feeling
of holding that perfect rose.....