the rose is yet a heart not found, but dear to the rose is dear the the heart.. in the begining, you were my friend, my lover, my saivor.. and in the end, you were my friend, my lover, my saivor.. but now your gone and now your a memorie lost in the stream of time.. a delicate tread in time.. my best friend.. i miss you.. but i live on knowing somewhere.. somplace.. you are there watching over me, caring,hoping that i will see you again in that wonderful,peaceful world we call home.