Forever Love
Love ? What is it ? Can it be defined ? Me thinks, when you express your 'love' to someone literally, you really take away a whole lot of it.
I found this poem on a newspaper clip.
Together forever
Red roses were her favourites,
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, ‘I love you’,
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 the 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.
He loving husband would not know,
that he would pass away.
He always liked to do things early,
Way before the time.
Then, if he got busy, every-
Thing would work out fine.
She trimmed the stems, and
placed them in a very special place,
then sat the vase beside the portrait
of his smiling face.
She would sit for hours,
in her husbands favourite 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 paid well in advance,
you'll get them every year.
There also is another thing
that I think that 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 its 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 its 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 the door is 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,
we're I've instructed him
and place the roses where we are,
together once again
posted by Gautam at 11:41 PM
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