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he die without pain. She shed a single tear, and told me that he wouldn’t be the one to die. That day by the lake, she had seen the sins of her future love, all the men who would die for loving her. Then the one she would be willing to die for. I smiled, knowing that she would die for me, and I felt the same way for her. Yet, her tears were not of joy, but of final sorrow. She had met a man she loved with all her heart, and wanted to bare child with. Sadly he wasn’t her Jimmy boy, and she wasn’t my pretty Rose anymore. Her vision that day told her of her lovers fates, and all those who would die before her bodies essence. Men proud to die for this woman they had fallen for, whether they wanted to or not. At that point I realized I was simply another number.
She told me for this lovers curse to end she would have to kiss me one final time, and then it would all be over. Do I allow the one I love to live for another while I die for her? What is life alone, her and I, which is what we would be after all? I, unable to be with her and her unable to ever truly be with the one she loved. I asked, as inquisitive as always, did you see happiness in your future. She said yes, with two children and eternal love. Without any further word I rushed to the kiss, one I had been longing for and one she had also. I realized it was her love for me all those years ago that had driven her away. She knew that I would always love her, and running away would keep me alive. I lived a life of many lovers and even more friends, but only one Rose. I gave Papa his breakfast like I planned and sat on the porch in my rocking chair watching the beautiful roses blow in the breeze. I sat and sat and fell asleep, a slumber in which I would never awaken. While Rose was free to go and love another, with a garden of beauty.
You must always remember a rose is a rose, and a flower is a flower. Roses maintain beauty and grace even upon deaths coldest breath, that is a rose, and so was she.
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She told me for this lovers curse to end she would have to kiss me one final time, and then it would all be over. Do I allow the one I love to live for another while I die for her? What is life alone, her and I, which is what we would be after all? I, unable to be with her and her unable to ever truly be with the one she loved. I asked, as inquisitive as always, did you see happiness in your future. She said yes, with two children and eternal love. Without any further word I rushed to the kiss, one I had been longing for and one she had also. I realized it was her love for me all those years ago that had driven her away. She knew that I would always love her, and running away would keep me alive. I lived a life of many lovers and even more friends, but only one Rose. I gave Papa his breakfast like I planned and sat on the porch in my rocking chair watching the beautiful roses blow in the breeze. I sat and sat and fell asleep, a slumber in which I would never awaken. While Rose was free to go and love another, with a garden of beauty.
You must always remember a rose is a rose, and a flower is a flower. Roses maintain beauty and grace even upon deaths coldest breath, that is a rose, and so was she.
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Publication Date: 03-17-2010
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