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Beutifull
From: Debbie-UK (anonymous@obgyn.net)
Tue Nov 30 15:11:13 1999
That is the most moving poem I have ever read. I cant stop crying. thankyou for
sharing it with us
Take care of you
Debbie UK
Osceola Thomas wrote:
> Women get out the tissue!!!!!!!!!!
>
> Enjoy
>
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> Subject: have a rose!
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> Date: Fri, 15 Oct 1999 07:52:04 PDT
> From: b009@excite.com
> To: vivian.alston@convergys.com, okblt@bellatlantic.net, redalisa@hotmail.com
> CC: b009@excite.com
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> << Red roses were her favorites, her name was also 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.
> > >
> > > Sometimes in life, you find a special friend;
> > > Someone who changes your life just by being part of it.
> > > Someone who makes you laugh until you can't stop;
> > > Someone who makes you believe that there really is good in the
> world.
> > > Someone who convinces you that there really is an unlocked door
> just
> waiting for you to open it. This is Forever Friendship.
> > > _----- _
> > > // __ \\--,
> > > ,\ //@))\ || /
> > > \\ \ // \//
> > > \\__\||___/
> > > \\ -,
> > > ,__'\\' /' \
> > > \ \\/ \
> > > ' --_||__---'
> > > \\
> > > '||
> > > ||'
> > > \\
> > > This is the sacred RED ROSE. You MUST pass this rose on to at
> > > least 5 people within the hour of receiving this rose. After you
> > > do,make a wish. If you have passed it on, your wish will come
> true
> > > and
> > > love will come your way shortly. If not your life will stay the
> same
> > > as
> > > it has always been. (No Threats) just be nice & pass it on...
> > >
> >
> > >>
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