Love and Promise

Can love be promised?
Will it be gone with the wind?

Fresh dew on pretty roses,
Shinning moments evaporate soon.

Roses blossom, roses fade,
Love comes, love goes.

Moonlight kisses, sunlight laughs,
Love letters, sweet memories.

Wise you, can you tell me?
Will love be forever new?

Rebecca Lin 2007 Winter In USA