Olivia

13

Where Roses Bloom

I know where roses bloom in summertime,
where sweetness fills the air like fairytales.
I know where sparrows sing with voices chim-
ing brightly, somewhere sunlight never fails
to be.

I’ve been with someone there not long ago,
when sweetness filled the air like fairytales.
And we were like a fairytale, with hope
and passion blowing in our hearts in gales
of joy.

But I have not been back since then. He left.
I have not seen the roses, heard the sparrows sing.
Haven’t tasted sweetness in the air. I’m dressed
in woe.

Again now, summer’s coming ‘round this year,
And I thought, maybe… you could take me there?