The breath of a rose
W. Still
Love is like dew
On lilacs at dawn;
Comes the swift sun
And the dew is gone.
Love is like starlight
In the sky at morn,
Starlight dies
When day is born.
Love is like perfume
In the heart of a rose,
The flower withers,
The perfume goes.
Love is no more
Than the breath of a rose,
No more
Than the breath of a rose.