One red rose he placed next to her
as he whispered "I love you"
The wetness on each pedal
Came from the morning dew
The ground was white with snow
That glistened from the sun
Footsteps and footprints;
Followed, one by one
The drops falling down each cheek
From the tears he cried--
Reminded him of the love they shared
The times before she died
In her casket was silver lining & the sun set off a glare
The shimmer from the shining
shone highlights of her hair
Her lips were softly colored
A shade of very light
She looked at peace while laid to rest
Before her casket was out of sight
Slowly she was lowered into the ground below-
His voice was just a whimper; Before his heart let go
He held the ring once placed on her finger
from when she agreed to be his wife;
Never did they think of death-
Or how cancer would take her life
-He put one red rose upon her grave
Just like the one before
Then gently wiped away the tears
That he cried for her once more
How much he truly loved her
Upon her headstone shows....
For followed by "My One True Love"-
Was also...One Red Rose........
01/01/95

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By Sheila May King (§weetcheeks §heila)
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