Love so beautiful like a rose.
Your lovely face is imprinted in my soul.
Something to cherish and always hold.
Your love keeps me warm when I grow cold.
Some things will wither and grow old.
Our love will always be bright and bold.
Sometimes a flame burns low so much.
But, darling, there will always be fire in your touch.
Your lovely face is imprinted in my soul.
Something to cherish and always hold.
Your love keeps me warm when I grow cold.
Some things will wither and grow old.
Our love will always be bright and bold.
Sometimes a flame burns low so much.
But, darling, there will always be fire in your touch.
