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A Handful of Red Roses
I opened the door this morning lo and behold,
I found a single red rose from my love.
His heart melted that day into mine,
As I felt his presence showering down on me from above.
The smell of his cologne all around me again,
As though nothing has changed that day.
But I knew he couldn't be here,
Because I remember the day he went away.
That last note before he said his farewell,
That moment they called him to a battle to fight.
I knew I would never see him again,
But I loved him with all my might.
Letters came and went on by and I wished,
Only to feel that humble embrace.
The day that he chose to be the Good Samaritan,
His love around me will never erase.
I remember the candles and that single red rose,
I hold it close to my heart everyday.
I wake up to his picture every morning,
And I remember that night when he passed away.
But a handful of red roses did hold me close,
And I will never what he said to me.
"Love wherever I go I'll know you will always love me,
But don't be afraid to let my wings soar free."
I must have cried tears and more tears did I,
But a handful of red roses is what kept me living still.
I have a hope that one day when my end comes to me too,
I will stand before him and hold him tight until.
But a handful of red roses we will both be,
Handing out our love to all our humble friends.
I will always remember them like they remember him,
And that to you is my Valentine wish to you I do send!
- Author: Marianne Trox
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