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Roses for Rose, a heart-warming V-day's story..
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<blockquote data-quote="neroshan" data-source="post: 217090" data-attributes="member: 8568"><p><strong><em><span style="font-size: 22px"><span style="color: Blue"> Roses for Rose, a heart-warming V-day's story..</span></span></em></strong></p><p></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">And every year her husband had sent them, tied with pretty bows.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">The card said, "Be my Valentine," like all the years before. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Each year he'd sent her roses, and the note would always say,</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">"I love you even more this year, than last year on this day."</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">"My love for you will always grow, with every passing year."</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">She thought, "He'd ordered roses in advance before this day."</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Her husband could not have known, that he would pass away.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">He always liked to do things early; way before the time.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">She trimmed the stems, and placed them in a very special vase.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">And then she sat for hours, in her husband's favorite chair;</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">A year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">With loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Then, the very hour, as on Valentines before,</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">The doorbell rang, and there were roses, sitting by her door. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">She brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Then, went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">The owner answered, and she asked him, if he would explain,</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Why would someone do this to her, causing her such pain? </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">"I know your husband passed away, more than a year ago,"</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">The owner said, "I knew you'd call, and you would want to know."</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">"The flowers you received today, were paid for in advance."</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">"Your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance." </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">"There is a standing order, that I have on file down here,</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">And he has paid, well in advance, you'll get them every year.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">There also is another thing, that I think you should know,</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">He wrote a special little card ... he did this years ago." </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">"Then, should ever, I find out that he's no longer here,</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">That's the card ... that should be sent, to you the following year."</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Then, as she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote ...</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">"Hello my love, I know it's been a year since I've been gone,</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome." </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">"I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">For if it was the other way, I know how I would feel.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">I loved you more than words can say, you were the perfect wife." </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">"You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">I know it's only been a year, but please try not to grieve.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">That is why the roses will be sent to you for years." </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">"When you get these roses, think of all the happiness,</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">That we had together, and how both of us were blessed.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">I have always loved you and I know I always will.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still." </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">"Please ... try to find happiness, while living out your days.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">The roses will come every year, and they will only stop,</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">When your door's not answered, when the florist stops to knock." </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">"He will come five times that day, in case you have gone out.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">But after his last visit, he will know without a doubt,</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">To take the roses to the place, where I've instructed him,</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">And place the roses where we are, together once again." </span></strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="neroshan, post: 217090, member: 8568"] [B][I][SIZE="6"][COLOR="Blue"] Roses for Rose, a heart-warming V-day's story..[/COLOR][/SIZE][/I][/B] [B][COLOR="Blue"]Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose. And every year her husband had 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'd 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'd ordered roses in advance before this day." Her husband could not have known, 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. And then she sat 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." [/COLOR][/B] [/QUOTE]
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