Even after fifty years
He makes her heart go flutter,
And when she enters any room
Her beauty still makes him stutter.
Still holding hands so lovingly
When they take their walks,
Sitting so close together
As they have their talks.



Wishing we could find the joy
That they have always known,
In a love that is so pure
Forever it is shown.
Never forgetting those special days
He always gave her a rose,
That he hand-picked from their garden
They so happily would tend and hoe.



Then on a frost nipped morning
God would call him home to stay,
He vowed he would always love her
In the last breath he would take.
As she stares at the dried roses
Beside her bed in the crystal vase,
Closing her eyes so gently she sees
His sweet and loving face.
She dreams of seeing him again,
As they waltz in the light of the moon.



Then, one spring filled morning
When the garden was in full bloom,
The roses bowed in respect
Shedding tears of sweetest dew.
For the angels came and cradled her
Like a baby in their arms,
Admiring her lovely snow-white hair
Her face that held much charm.
Singing the sweetest songs to her
Of heaven's eternal grace,
Soon they would be together again
Standing face to face.



He met her at the gates that day,
Her heart would start to flutter,
And as he went to say, "Hello"
He stammered and he stuttered.
Telling her, "I hand-picked these
just for you, For this special day!"
Then ever so gently he lay in her arms.
Heaven's loveliest rose bouquet.

© Brenda Conley

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