And every year her husband had sent them, tied with pretty bows.
The year he dies the roses were delivered to her door.
The card said, "Be my valentine like all the years before."
Each year he'd sent her roses, and the note would always say,
"I even love you more this year tha last year this day.
My love for you will alway grow, with every passing year."
She knew this was the last time the roses would appear.
She thought he'd ordered roses in advance before this day.
Her husband could not have known that he would pass away.
He always likes 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 set the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face.
And then she sat for hours in her husband's favourite chair
While staring at his picture, the roeses sitting there.
A year went by, and it was ahrd 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 id he could explain,
"Why would someone do this to her, causing her such pain?"
"I know your husband passed away more than a year ago,
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 nothing left to chance.
There also is a standing order I have on file down here,
And he has paid well in advance and 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 that 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 the card.
Inside the card she say that he had written her a note.
Then, as she started 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 tooo 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 hoy I yould feel.
the love that 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 the 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 some happiness while living out your days.
I know it is not easy, but I hope you'll find some ways.
The roeses will come every year, and they will only stop,
When you're door's not answered, when the florist doesn't knock.
he will come five times that day, in case you have gone out.
but after a 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 again."