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The Last Rose.

A red rose, like the ones you love. A rose token of my love, a way to renew the promise
to love you forever that I made you years ago.

Every year, For years, I’ve never failed to do this.

And then you died.
for

You didn’t wait for me. We could grow old together, have grandchildren,
decades, I support each other in old age.

You were in a hurry to leave me here.
have given Were you bored with this life? Did I give you too much love?

you a rose Or maybe, did you want to prepare my space in Heaven?

I don’t know, I miss you, baby, I had already bought the rose, it all happened so fast.
for

The rose will die with you.
Valentine's I drink a glass of wine thinking of you.

Day. We will meet again, my love.

Acrylic on Canvas
i: 16’ by 20’
2019