The scent that lingers
Gently with me tonight is that of
The Spiced Rose
That once bloomed so petal soft
The rose received from Thee

When the Rose first received
The scent liken to others of it's variety
But time alas has created it's own scent
A scent with a richness
That penetrates deeply into my soul

The scent that lingers
Gently with me tonight is that of
The Spiced Rose
That once bloomed so petal soft
The rose received from Thee

The Rose receive from Thee is long gone
But not forgotten
Many were its thorns and
On a stem so long it grew
With a longer stem... more thorns

The scent that lingers
Gently with me tonight is that of
The Spiced Rose
That once bloomed so petal soft
The rose received from Thee

Alas it is that I have learned
That had it not been for the thorns
Then no spice there would be with me tonight
For when petal softness meets with,
Unites with the thorns..Spice it is that lingers

The scent that lingers
Gently with me tonight is that of
The Spiced Rose
That once bloomed so petal soft
The rose received from Thee