This is the rose I gave you many years ago.
You kept it hidden in the drawer of your chest.
Today seems dull and flat but beautiful.
Today it’s old and ancient, but the taste remains.

This is the promise I made many years ago.
You kept it hidden in a corner of your chest.
Today seems out of reach, far for a sceptical mind.
Today it’s grown up, filled with gold energy.

This is the kiss I gave you many years ago.
You kept it pumping in the cosy of your chest.

This is the smile I gave you many years ago.
You kept it fresh, stored in the cooler of your chest.
Today seems warming up, I feel safe with you.
Today it’s something else, maturing from the past.

This is the kiss I gave you many years ago.
You kept it pumping in the cosy of your chest.

This is the rose I gave you many years ago.
You kept it hidden in the drawer of your chest.