by: Anonymous

Red roses were her favorite
her name was also Rose
and every year 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 roses,
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 thought this was the last time
that the roses would appear.
She knew 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 workout fine.

She trimmed the stems and place 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 the valentines day before,
the doorbell rang and there were roses sitting her door.
She brought the roses in and then just look at them in shock
then went to get the telephone book, to call the flower's shop.
The owner answers when she asked him if he could explain.
why would someone do this to her, causing her such pain?

I know your husband passed away more than a years ago,
the owner said.
I know you'd call and that you'd want to know.
The flowers you received today,
were paid for in advanced
Your husband always planned ahead,
he left nothing to chance.
There's a standing order that
I have on down here
and he has paid well in advance
and you'll get them every year.
there's also another thing that you should know
he wrote a special card . . .
he did this years ago. . .
Then, should ever, I find his no longer here,
that's the card . . . that should be sent to you the following year.

She thank him and hang the phone,
her tears now flowing.
Her fingers shaking,
as she slowly reached to get the card.
Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note. . .
Hello my love, I know its been too hard for you to overcome
I know it must be lonely and the pain is very real.
For if it were the other way, I know how i would feel.
The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life.
I love 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 those roses,
think of all the happiness that we had together,
and how both of us are blessed.
I have always love 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's not easy, but I hope you find some ways.
The roses will come every year,
and they will only stop when your is not answered,
when the florist stops to knock.
He will come five times that day in case that you've 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 roses where we are. . .
together once again.