My Rose is gone now.
With her touch, and our nervous dance.
We left them on the wind,
In a different time,
And another face.
With innocent smiles,
And the simple love that time can never steal,
Like it did my Rose.
I know this is very short piece of writing...let me know what you think, criticism is very much appreciated.
Needless to say, i don't own Doctor Who. Its belongs to BBC and possibly to Matt Smith, the current Timelord.