Valentines

Happy Valentines to all of you. I know it's a bit early, but it's not like any of you have a life.

Roses

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 send her roses,
And the note would 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
Theat the roses would apear.

She thought, he ordered roses
in advance 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
Besided the portrain 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 Valentine's 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, she went to get the telephone,
To call the florist shop.

The owner answered, and she asked him
If he could explain,
Why would someone do this to her,
Causing her so much 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 recieved 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
Did this a year 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 sinse 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
Or 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
This 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
And 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 again.