Signs Of A Fading Rose
Remember the days when you'd come home from work,
And couldn't wait to walk into my arms,
You would whisper how much you had missed me,
You were thoughtful and so full of charm.
You would call home at lunch to remind me,
That I had been in your thoughts all morn,
The occasional red roses with note attached,
Telling me thanks, you were the luckiest man born.
Before you left for work in the mornings,
You would kiss my lips and say see you soon,
Sometimes you would even surprise me,
And pick me up on a hot afternoon.
But lately I've noticed that you're not the same,
And I'm wondering if I've done something wrong,
No longer do I receive morning kisses,
The added hours to your work day seem long.
Our time spent together now seem quiet,
Your eyes will not pay mine a glance,
And when they do it's only for a moment,
The expression in them no longer dance.
You have long stopped asking if I would enjoy going out,
You seem quite content on just watching T.V.,
Please talk to me about your restlessness,
Is there somewhere else that you'd rather be?
Take some time for yourself and ask questions,
Has your love for me now grown cold,
Would you prefer someone else's company,
Rather than stay here with me and grow old?
~valentyne~ ©
Treat Me Like A Stranger
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