“For you,” you said, handing me a single red rose.
“Thank you,” I said, surprised by your sweet gesture.
I wondered where you’d gotten it. We were just kids.
But it didn’t matter. That day, I began to fall in love with you.
And every time you gave me a red rose, I fell in love with you again.
Once I said, “We can’t afford it.”
“Love is priceless,” you said.
Every week for 65 years, you gave me a red rose. Now I slowly approach and gently lay a single red rose over your heart.
“For you,” I say.
“Thank you,” I said, surprised by your sweet gesture.
I wondered where you’d gotten it. We were just kids.
But it didn’t matter. That day, I began to fall in love with you.
And every time you gave me a red rose, I fell in love with you again.
Once I said, “We can’t afford it.”
“Love is priceless,” you said.
Every week for 65 years, you gave me a red rose. Now I slowly approach and gently lay a single red rose over your heart.
“For you,” I say.
