What is this?

What is this that I hold in my hand?
A rose that has long since died.
A symbol of love, a fragile moment,
memories of how you lied.

What is this that I hold in my hand?
Words that once rang true.
A time of happiness, a tender kiss
memories of how I loved you.

What is this that I hold in my hand?
A heart that has broken in two.
A fate worse then death, a love laid to rest.
Oh how i wished you had loved me too.