She was only 21-when her fiancés life 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 knee, and did propose. She took the rose and with loving tender care With her diary she would share.
She took the rose and cut the stem And she knew his love would never end. She knew with time this flower would wither And die- and that it was a love between he and I. So she got the silica gel, And preserved the Rose very well.
She put it into a plastic bag and vacuumed out all the air. Then put it into her diary Where only she could see.
They said it was a down right shame That he was in the middle of a shootout Between two rival gangs. That was when he lost his life Before she became his loving wife.
As the tears rolled down her eyes She started to visualize Of how her wedding day would have been Had he not been in the wrong place At the wrong time. Their life would have turned out fine.
As she placed the rose upon the diary page Growing inside of her was a sense of rage. Why can life be so cruel, and people so full of hate?
But looking at the rose, her heart started to melt Relieving her of all the anger she felt. Their love for each other was “ oh so pure” Of a happy life together she was sure.
Life can be comical, and you never know What it will bring. But she got pregnant doing her thing.
Then one night when she fell asleep Into her mind he did creep And told her these words: Now you have three things I left behind My love, a rose, and a child of mine.
When she awoke, she knew he did not die in vain For he left a part of himself to relieve her pain.