safety of his house, I felt a mysterious sense of joy, I
knew in my spirit, I had found my soul mate. But, how
could that be? I had never seen him before, or had
I? It is really hard to explain, but even as a little girl, I
knew instantly who he was. I felt in my entire being, a
comfort I had never experienced before. When I met
him, I was somehow home. Somehow, we had found
each other again. He was the boy that would define
love for me, and teach me what love truly was. He
was the boy that gave me my first rose, and with that
rose, taught me the meaning of forever. He gave me
a gift I would carry into eternity. He defined love for
me. And that love has stayed with me throughout my
life. When we were together, his love kept me safe.
He was the one I depended upon, and in the end,
he became me, and I became him. There really wasn’t
much difference where I began, and he ended. It
was just the way it was. It was just love. It was just a
rose. But that simple rose, became the canvas that
painted my entire life. Its’ seed remained planted in
my heart, and its’ harvest would never die. Sadly, no
other flower would ever compare.
Many years have past, and many seasons have come
and gone. But there is not one single moment, especially when the leaves begin to change and the snow
He gave me a gift I would carry into eternity.
begins to fall, I don’t remember that first rose. When the
He defined love for me. And that love has
on the swing. She slowly
snowflakes are large and wet,
turned to me and smiled.
stayed with me throughout my life. When we
I begin to yearn for spring: for
She said she had somethe birth of a new rose. But I
were together, his love kept me safe.
thing to show me. I knew
know I will never find it. I know
then, it was me. I felt
now, you did not leave me by
my little body take its’
choice. I know now, even death cannot kill love. You came back to
rightly place on the swing. As I watched the sun go down beset me free. You came back to show me forever is real. You came
hind the hills, I heard the sound of a “familiar” voice coming from
back to say good-bye and set me free. Now I know you loved me,
my neighbors’ yard. I had never seen the little boy before, but
now I can say …good-bye.
somehow I knew his voice. It called out to me in a soft, loving way.
“Hey, little girl! Do you like flowers?” I froze on my front doorSo, in the quiet moments before the dawn, before my children
step. Dare I turn around and answer? At that moment, I knew I
and husband awake, I say good-bye to the lost rose. Yes, it is
had no choice! I turned to the little boy next door, and said: “Of
just a memory, but it cannot die. It will live on forever. You will
course I do! What girl do