(John Schweers)

When she wakes up this morning and turns to kiss me
She'll find I let her sleep because we talked so late last night
She'll know I kissed her face gently till my returning
And when she finds the rose on my pillow I know she'll smile.

Her amazing love unending
Is so much more than I am worthy of
If the rose could speak my feelings
She'd know I cherrished her amazing love.

If I call her a little late she forgives me
Her voice does not betray she's spent another day alone
She softly thanks me for the rose and says I need you
And then I can feel her smiling on the phone.

Her amazing love unending
Is so much more than I am worthy of
If the rose could speak my feelings
She'd know I cherrished her amazing love...