Simple words
yet words divine.
“I love you
sweet Valentine”

 
A mirror can but reflect
what it sees outside of you,
but if it could, it would see
you’re beautiful inside too.

 
Beauty is more than just skin deep,
as that old worn saying implies,
for I see your beauty with my heart
much more than with my eyes.

 
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 liked to do things early, always well 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 the loneliness and solitude that had become her fate.
Then the very hour, as on Valentine’s before,
The doorbell rang, and there were roses sitting by her door.

 
She brought the roses in, then just looked at them in shock,
Then went to get the telephone to call the florist shop.
The owner answered, and she asked if he would please explain,
Why would they do this to her, causing so much 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, no thing was left to chance.

 
There is a standing order that I have on file down here
a and he has paid well in advance; you’ll get them every year.
There also is another thing I think that you should know.
He wrote a special little card…he did this years ago.

 
That should I ever 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, 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,
She read in total silence, the words her husband 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 you 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 some 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.

 
On that day he’ll come 5 times, 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 there where, we’re together once again.

 
Instead let me quote
something more true;
“God gave me His best,
when He gave me you.”