Red 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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