There is no swift repeat

I saw the faded roses on the door
The brave reminders of the summer heat
I thought we’d  come again, but you’re no more

Nothing, no one can that love restore
For love like that, there is no swift repeat
I saw the faded roses on the door

Never ask a lover what love’s for
For love itself is inclined to swift retreats
I thought we’d  love again, but you’re no more

 And who is it that chooses this dark hour,
That offers sadness if not full defeat?
I saw the faded roses on the door.

My man,my love,my ease, my own sweet flower
For my illusions I am now contrite
I thought we’d  love again, but you’re no more

Within the deepest dark,I saw the light
And all this suffering was seen aright
I saw the faded roses on the door
I thought we’d  see and love another hour