• A dozen roses I gave to you.
    Twelve, not one or two
    But a bouquet of flowers just from me.

    The roses are red; as vibrant as ever,
    though one is different from the rest
    and Its meaning I shall endeavor.

    It is just like the others in that it is red.
    Surrounded by the rest - next to your bed.
    In a vase with others all beautifully cut,
    If I told you it was fake, you may call it a bluff.

    It does not mean our love is fake.
    Something so perfect cannot be a mistake.
    It represents our eternal love
    A love no person can imitate.

    When I gave you those dozen roses I said that night,
    “I will love you until the last rose left has wilted and died.”
    I will love you forever no matter the conditions.
    Just as this weather proof rose - colored with dye.

    One hundred winters quickly went by.
    I now lay in the ground next to your side.
    A single fake flower sits in between-us,
    Next to our bed, in a vase by your side.