As the Rose's Fade from age still pressed between the Pages of my mind
Faded from Love so Frail my mind is like a Looking Glass Thumbs through the Pages of Your Life. 1950's was the begining with Flashy Clothes and Cars,
1960's Its the Movies you hate doing, The Leather Suit that Fits you like a Glove. 1970's Was the White Jump Suits and Leis those Belts and Capes of Many, Elvis you had Class Born wearing Rags you Grew to Riches, Hair as Black as the Night Sky. Eyes as Bright as the Blue Sea's Lips so Soft as Cotton Candy. As you Left the Stage the Electric still in the Air, It's not Fair that you are not there. The Faded Rose's and a Magnolia Leaf are pressed in my Book, and My Memories I Cherish of A Man Named Elvis Aaron Presley. Yes the King has Class No Body can begin to Sing, or Act like Him. He was One of A Kind These Cherished Memories! FairyTale!

