Two Roses, a story of the heart Copyright 11/25/98 by Dan Sharpe.

Mary had seen the same scene year after year, she did not know when he had first started comming to her Florist's shop. But five years ago she had realized that the elderly gentleman arrived every Christmas eve, bought two roses, just two, and left on foot.

This year he had arrived just before closing time, there were no other customers in the shop, and on a whim Mary decided to follow him when he left her shop.

As she locked the door and quickly buttoned her coat she saw him walking slowly toward the park. She followed at a discrete distance, it was quite easy to catch up to him.

As she entered the park behind him, she saw him bend over and lay the roses in the snow in front of an ornate fountain. Mary remembered over the years that she had attended many open air weddings at the fountain. She had considered being married here herself but her husband Fred had wanted only a small ceremony.

The man stood there for a moment, his head low and his shoulders looking as if they were carrying the greatest of burdens, one could almost imagine him crying. All her instincts called for her to put her arms around him and hold him and she started to walk towards him. He shuddered and lifted his head high for a moment and turned toward her.

She was startled by his sudden change and as he passed her all she could do was nod and return his smile. As she neared the fountain and the roses she turned to watch him leave the park.

When she was sure he was gone, she turned to the roses and saw that each had a red ribbon tying a piece of paper to it. Picking them up, she slipped the two pieces of paper from them and saw that written on each was a poem.

Cathy, though the stars fall from the sky,
still my love for you will light my eyes.

I hear your name in the wind's gentle sighs,
in the calm of a moonlit night.

I am reminded of your giggles when birds sing at dawn,
your joy still warms my heart even though you're gone.

As long as I remember, forever, in my heart you'll remain,
till the comming day in heaven when your laugh I'll hear again.

Holli, though I could only love you from afar
you remained my long dark night's brightest star.

I have always believed in you,
it was the least my heart could do.

Like the mountains in the distance, all aglow with dawn's first kiss,
so far away that I could never reach you, so bright, so sorely missed.

You shine on forever in my heart, a cherrished memory,
be blessed in every moment and be all you're meant to be.

Mary's hands shook as she layed the roses and poems back on the snow, and as she looked up she noticed a brass plate at the foot of the fountain.

"Dedicated to the memory of my two true loves, to all those who never saw their dreams fullfilled, and to all who come together here, may they live all their dreams together."

My deepest hopes and brighest dreams have fallen to the ground,
yet with nothing but memories, my love still does abound.

Love can never die, it is too spiritual and pure,
it lingers in your heart still faithful and ever sure.

Love that binds together will keep forever more,
when its not returned there's simply just no cure.

I will love you all my days, and miss you every nite.
Mouring that my love for you, you never could requite.

May my seed of fallen hopes and dreams bring forth the fruit of love,
may all who come together here be forever joined by God above.

Fred was startled by the hug Mary gave him when she greeted him at the door, "I guess its just that Christmas has gotten to her" he thought as he slid into his recliner and reached for the remote hoping to catch the latest scores on the news.

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