The rose

(love story)

She was only 21-when her fiancés life

Was taken with a gun.

They had three years together

And life was getting so much better.

They had plans for a wedding in June

But it ended much too soon.

He had given her a long stem rose

Then he fell to one knee, and did propose.

She took the rose and with loving tender care

With her diary she would share.

She took the rose and cut the stem

And she knew his love would never end.

She knew with time this flower would wither

And die- and that it was a love between he and I.

So she got the silica gel, And preserved the

Rose very well.

She put it into a plastic bag

and vacuumed out all the air.

Then put it into her diary

Where only she could see.

They said it was a down right shame

That he was in the middle of a shootout

Between two rival gangs.

That was when he lost his life

Before she became his loving wife.

As the tears rolled down her eyes

She started to visualize

Of how her wedding day would have been

Had he not been in the wrong place

At the wrong time.

Their life would have turned out fine.

As she placed the rose upon the diary page

Growing inside of her was a sense of rage.

Why can life be so cruel, and people so full of hate?

But looking at the rose, her heart started to melt

Relieving her of all the anger she felt.

Their love for each other was “ oh so pure”

Of a happy life together she was sure.

Life can be comical, and you never know

What it will bring.

But she got pregnant doing her thing.

Then one night when she fell asleep

Into her mind he did creep

And told her these words:

Now you have three things I left behind

My love, a rose, and a child of mine.

When she awoke, she knew he did not die in vain

For he left a part of himself to relieve her pain.