If Life Is A Song

my love, i was dried shriveled like the autumn leaf blown asunder by the wind drifting... to a mass of decaying leaves until you came along to lift me out of the mess the dew that freshens up the morn the drops that refresh the roses, blooms and all each droplet so gentle on the petals preserving their colours, lustrious shine and all before the wind, sun rob them of their charm each petal that soon gives up its posture, support for a bloom dance, shrivels, so fragilely taken by the wind ridding to oblivion if life is a song you are the music and i the singer together we bring the meaning of life to all like the red roses that make it to your door today the rose dancing the steps of love let's join its dance before the sun, wind rob it of its agility before wayward time dawdles all over us with its lines and ireversible anomaly that leaves us all six feet underground