Valentine is here the roses have come
There lying by her steps, a bouquet
She never knew where they came from
But they came year after year.
Always arriving at the precise hour
The roses never failed to charm
She wondered who would take such pain
To deliver them fresh with the blush of dawn.
The beauty was in its art, the drafting and the craft
A rainbow of colors born from a stem
Blooming in its might in its own aura
The local florists had never seen the like.
When she married three bunches arrived
And when her son was born, there were the roses
And when she was down, they came
The prettiest bunch lifting her heart with a sigh.
They always knew when to arrive, she wondered
And like angels they came for they always brought joy
Like when death came calling in the name of cancer, they came
And brushed their soft petals against her heart, and she smiled.
And now as she lay dying on her bed
The last breath still caught up in her soul
It was like she was waiting for something she knew would come.
Then her husband walked in with that gentle look on his face
She adored so much
And the eternal love shining in her eyes.
Slowly with her strength her heart gave way
And into eternal dreams she drifted away
As her beloved with a single tear
Placed the roses near her heart where they always belonged.
She failed to recognize through the years
The single person who brought her so much love.
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