Valentine's Day

Today my lover gave me flowers:  
A bouquet of delicate red roses,  
A symbol of his undying affection  
I hold them gently, caressing their velvety petals  
 
I'll set them in a glass vase, and display them in a window  
And for a while, they'll still be beautiful;  
But you can't stop time from withering them-
Flowers die, and so do we.