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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=449770" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Rose #2</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She was only 21-when her fiancés life<br>Was taken with a gun.<br>They had three years together<br>And life was getting so much better.<br>They had plans for a wedding in June<br>But it ended much too soon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He had given her a long stem rose<br>Then he fell to one knee, and did propose.<br>She took the rose and with loving tender care<br>With her diary she would share.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She took the rose and cut the stem<br>And she knew his love would never end.<br>She knew with time this flower would wither<br>And die- and that it was a love between he and I.<br>So she got the silica gel, And preserved the<br>Rose very well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She put it into a plastic bag<br>and vacuumed out all the air.<br>Then put it into her diary<br>Where only she could see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They said it was a down right shame<br>That he was in the middle of a shootout<br>Between two rival gangs.<br>That was when he lost his life<br>Before she became his loving wife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the tears rolled down her eyes<br>She started to visualize<br>Of how her wedding day would have been<br>Had he not been in the wrong place<br>At the wrong time.<br>Their life would have turned out fine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As she placed the rose upon the diary page<br>Growing inside of her was a sense of rage.<br>Why can life be so cruel, and people so full of hate? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But looking at the rose, her heart started to melt<br>Relieving her of all the anger she felt.<br>Their love for each other was “ oh so pure”<br>Of a happy life together she was sure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life can be comical, and you never know<br>What it will bring.<br>But she got pregnant doing her thing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then one night when she fell asleep<br>Into her mind he did creep<br>And told her these words: <br>Now you have three things I left behind<br>My love, a rose, and a child of mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When she awoke, she knew he did not die in vain<br>For he left a part of himself to relieve her pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Louis+Rams">Louis Rams</a><div class=q>
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Was taken with a gun.
They had three years together
And life was getting so much better.
They had plans for a wedding in June
But it ended much too soon.

He had given her a long stem rose
Then he fell to one..."></div>
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