Petal from a faded Rose………

Faded Rose

Here’s a rose from my garden
Where the bloom of romance grows
But I’ll keep on a part near my aching heart
Just a petal from a faded rose
Love’d be sweet in the morning
When the breeze of summer blows
But will fade and die when the wind is nigh
Like a petal from a faded rose

Kissed by a Rose

My Little Princess


Party season approaches, though in a couple of weeks the pretty, butter wouldn’t melt, princess you see hear will likely become a ghoulish monster, resplendant with bucket for treats and sweets as the neighbours draw the curtains and pretend they’re not in for the evening.