Lyrics

Upon a soft and peaceful winter's morning,
Within these walls, a flame is slowly burning.
I lie awake and watch you gently dreaming,
A fair reminder of the gilded buds that hang high above.

For our love is safely settled
Deep within the sheltered petals
Of these antiquated roses.

I drift away in visions, sweet and tender,
Of treasured days, and nights infused with wonder.
When on an eve, you gave me rarest flowers,
The kind that sparkled with resplendent flare when fond hears were near.

For our love is safely settled
Deep within the sheltered petals
Of these antiquated roses.

And still these relics hang today,
Above this lustrous bed;
A gift whose worth exceeds all earthly wealth.

And all throughout the passing days,
Their colors never fade;
Immortal strands that call to mind our everlasting love.

And as you wake, and see me fondly musing,
I turn and say, "'Tis love that I'm perusing."
Then letting go, we're swiftly charmed by rapture,
And warmly bundled by the ardent cloak of fate's sweet release.

For our love is safely settled
Deep within the sheltered petals
Of these antiquated roses.