4 Roses on The Table

The 4 roses on the table
Were once so fresh and bright
As fresh as the feeling He gave me
When I 'saw' you for the first time

The 4 roses on the table
Keep me company at night
The chilling air is now not so cold anymore
When their warmth are all around

Though the 4 roses on the table
Are slowly dying and fading
But don't worry honey
The feeling they brought would remain
And shall grow everyday
Under His guidance and will


For the 4 roses on the table
I thank you
For the trust and faith
For the time and space
For the hope and grace
For being you is already the best.

December 27 2011, 4.17am
Manipal, India