Valentine's
Day
A day for hearts and
flowers,
The time to say you
care;
A chance to tell your
loved ones ...
You're glad that they
are there.
But I wonder why we
wait
Until this certain
day,
To do those "special"
things
And say those things
we say?
Why not tell your lover
Each day the whole
year through,
"Valentine, I'm glad
you're mine,
And I surely do love
you."
Red roses were her
favorites...
she always loved the
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 sent
her roses,
and 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 knew this was
the last time
that the roses would
appear.
She thought, 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 work
out fine.
She trimmed the stems,
and placed 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 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 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...
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 it's 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 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 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 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 once
again."
