• O' death
    O' life
    Oh never ending strife
    What knowing smiles do conceal
    All that you have to yet reveal?
    A whisper, a touch
    A glance, a laugh
    And all the love from summers past
    One soft caress
    One gentle breeze
    One graceful sigh with graceful ease
    A rose
    has yet
    to know
    thy name
    But will thy ever be the same?