I knew that when I’d fall asleep, I’d only dream of you.
And of the Last rose I’d ever get from the man that loved me too.
And when the night is over, I wake up and I cry.
Cause all I can think about is back when you were mine.

When daylight breaks and I have no choice but to get out of bed,
I cry and scream and wish that God had taken me instead.
My tears soak the pillow that still holds your lovely smell,
And everywhere I look, your presence seems to dwell.

I wake up every night and I am screaming your name,
But when I close my eyes again, we are dancing in the rain.
Then you put your arms around me and you pull me oh so close,
And you tell me that you love me as you hand me the last rose.
The last rose I will ever get from the man I truly love.
The last rose you will give me before you live with him above.
The last rose- it will be forever etched into my memories
The last rose. The last rose, the last rose-- from you to me.

Deep inside, I wish I could live it over again,
Cause I would have thanked you better then I did back then.

And I continue on as if I have no worry in the world,
But deep inside my broken heart, true emotions have unfurled.
I wish it could be as simple as to say I’ve lost my mind,
Because it seems my memories are going in rewind.

I knew that when I went to work, I’d only waste my time,
I knew that when I got there, thoughts of you would be my prime.
I knew I would look outside as I watched the sun go down,
And I knew my thoughts would turn to The Kiss as I tried hard not to frown.

So I shake my head and wipe my tears as I try not to waste my day,
But all the visions in my head refuse to go away.

I see your smile quickly spread across your handsome face,
Then you gather me into your very heavenly embrace.
I go through the feeling of complete and utter bliss,
When you lean down to give me our last and final kiss.
The last kiss I will ever get without a tear falling from my eye.
The last kiss I’ll own from the man who was always truly mine.
The last kiss- it will be forever etched into my memory
The last kiss. The last kiss, the last kiss—from you to me.

And deep inside, I wish that I could live this moment again,
Cause I would have kissed you better then I did back then.
And I continue on as if I have no worry in the world,
But deep inside my broken heart, true emotions have unfurled.
I wish it be as simple as to say I’ve lost my mind,
Because it seems my memories are going in rewind.

When I finally get off of work, and I begin to drive on home,
I am proud of myself for surviving it—another day alone.

Katie still comes to see me at the end of every day,
She pats my shoulder softly and asks, ‘Are you okay?’
I open my mouth and try to make even the simplest of sounds,
But all I hear is the steady beat of my heart--it presumes to pound.
I smile as I sit down and say, ‘I miss him very much.’
Then I close my eyes and tell her about our last and final touch.

I was kneeling by the bed as you whispered quietly in my ear,
Then you cleared your throat and groped for words as you wiped away my tears.
Then you told me that you loved me--very, very, much.
And you ran your fingers through my hair --granting me the last and final touch.
The last touch I will ever get from the man I truly love.
The last touch you will give me before you live with him above.
The last touch I will posses without a tear falling from my eye.
The last touch I’ll own from the only man who was always truly mine.
The last touch- it will be forever etched into my memory
The last touch. The last touch, the last touch--from you to me.

And deep inside, I wish I could live that moment again,
Cause I would savor your touch even more then I did back then.

And I continue on as if I have no worry in the world,
But deep inside my broken heart, true emotions have unfurled.
I wish it could be as simple as to say I've lost my mind,
Because its as if my memories are going in rewind.
I’ve not only lost my mind, but also my heart,
Because missing you is truly, deeply, tearing me apart.

Then I open my eyes and sigh, because I’m still on the couch,
But I can’t help to go over the kiss, the rose and the touch.

You put your arms around me and you pull me oh so close,
And you told me that you loved me as you hand me the last rose.
Then I truly go through the feeling of complete and utter bliss,
When you lean down to give me our last and final kiss.
Then you told me that you loved me again--very, very, much.
And you ran your fingers through my hair -granting me the last and final touch.
The last touch I will ever posses without a tear falling from my eye.
The last kiss I’ll own from the only man who was always truly mine.
The last rose I will ever get from the man I truly love.
The last kiss you will grant me before you live above.

And I know that I will never forget these last and final three,
The last rose, the last kiss, and the last touch will forever haunt me.