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My
Valentine
Roses were her favorites, her name was also
Rose.
And every year her husband sent them,
tied with pretty bows.
The year he died,
the roses were delivered to her door.
The
card said, "Be my Valentine," like all the years before.
Each
year he sent her roses, and the note would always say,
"I love you even more this year, than last year on this
day."
"My love for you will always grow,
with every passing year."
She knew this was
the last time that the roses would appear.
She
thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day.
Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass
away.
He always liked to do things early,
way before the time.
Then, if he got too
busy, everything would work out fine.
She
trimmed the stems, and placed them in a very special vase.
Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his
smiling face.
She would sit for hours, in
her husband's favorite chair.
While staring
at his picture, and the roses sitting there.
A
year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate.
With loneliness and solitude, that had become her
fate.
Then, the very hour, as on Valentines
before,
The doorbell rang, and there were
roses, sitting by her door.
She
brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock.
Then, went to get the telephone, to call the
florist shop.
The owner answered, and she
asked him, if he would explain,
Why would
someone do this to her, causing her such pain?
"I
know your husband passed away, more than a year ago,"
The owner said, "I knew you'd call, and you would want to
know."
"The flowers you received today,
were paid for in advance."
"Your husband
always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance."
"There is a standing order, that I have on file down
here,
And he has paid, well in advance,
you'll get them every year.
There also is
another thing, that I think you should know,
He wrote a special little card...he did this years
ago."
"Then, should ever, I find out that he's no longer
here,
That's the card...that should be
sent, to you the following year."
She
thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard.
Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get
the card.
Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a
note.
Then, as she stared in total silence,
this is what he wrote...
"Hello my love, I
know it's been a year since I've been gone,
I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome."
"I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real.
For if it was the other way, I know how I would
feel.
The love we shared made everything so
beautiful in life.
I loved you more than
words can say, you were the perfect wife."
"You
were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need.
I know it's only been a year, but please try not to
grieve.
I want you to be happy, even when
you shed your tears.
That is why the roses
will be sent to you for years."
"When you get these roses, think of all the
happiness,
That we had together, and how
both of us were blessed.
I have always
loved you and I know I always will.
But, my
love, you must go on, you have some living still."
"Please...try to find happiness, while living out your
days.
I know it is not easy, but I hope you
find some ways.
The roses will come every
year, and they will only stop,
When your
door's not answered, when the florist stops to knock."
"He
will come five times that day, in case you have gone out.
But after his last visit, he will know without a
doubt,
To take the roses to the place,
where I've instructed him,
And place the
roses where we are, together once again."
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