Till We Meet Again

Someday, my love, we will meet again, 

Someday, my love, we will walk the same lane! 

Someday, my love, our love will shine through, 

Someday, my love, happy tears will glisten like the morning dew. 

Our secret is safe within the folds of the book,

The pressed rose stares back at me whenever I look;

The petals may have withered with time and age,

But the fragrance still lingers on every page.

Somewhere, my love, there is the hope of spring,

Somewhere, my love, there is a song to sing.

Somewhere, my love, trees are laden with boughs,

Somewhere, my love, lovers are repeating their vows.

The petals of the flower have a tale to tell,

About the role, it played when love cast its spell.

The vibrant reds spoke what you wanted to say,

And I heard the words as clear as a bright day! 

Somehow, my love, our unfinished story will have an end,

Somehow, my love, we will our destiny transcend.

Somehow, my love, our narrative will have a once more,

Somehow, my love, the withered petals will lead to an encore!