O roses are sweet and true,
I am now feeling so blue;
Because I am missing you,
All the bliss is gone.
Stranger in loves paradise,
Mournful shadows in disguise;
What we had never dies,
Can I carry on?
Moon is full and lost in night,
Falling stars are burning bright;
Only darkness nowhere light,
Loneliness has won.
Peter S. Quinn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/25-from-what-s-really-happening-in-54-numbers/
