A man goes to a funeral of a woman he loves. He goes carrying 12 roses with him. At the end of the service, while people were llining up to pay their last respects. The man gets in the back of the line. When the man gets up to the casket he talks to the preacher who did the service a moment. The preacher motions toward the roses intending to put them in a vase to give to the family later. The man recoils a little at this, and tells the preacher that he had brought the roses for a reason. He asks the preacher to give him a moment before taking the flowers. The preacher steps back, the man approaches the casket. One by one he lays the roses upon the casket, but with each one he gives a little sentiment.
One for your friendship
It shall never be forgotten
One for the joy and happiness you have brought to my life
One for letting me know
I always had a friend I could turn to
One for being a point of light
In my darkest times
One for not laughing at me
When all Others would
One for always being my friend even at my worst
One for inviting me to your wedding and other family functions
One for just being a part of my life
One for always forgiving my shortcomings
One for laghing at my jokes even if the were not funny
And finally
One for my love that shall forever go unspoken
After the last line the man falls to his knees and begins to cry. The preacher hearing all this relized the great love this man had for the woman, and the pain he must feel that she never knew, bowed his head and began to cry
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Thanks for sharing TONY ~ very interesting ad a lovely heart tugger ! However personally (and also because I'm single (foo loose and fancy free !) if I love a lady i tell her and it gives us a reason to act as we do ! I love lots of the ladies on MPS and I always tell them ~ it breaks the ice. I think we can be too formal in our replies. Sorry but I never send hugs & kisses to my Male Friends on MPS although if we ever meet you will get a MANHUG ! Yours BRIAN
Thank you. Being single myself I understand. I was at a funeral once where son thing like this happed ( I think he used six Tulps) however the secen stuck with me ever since and finally I knew I had to write it down. If not for any other reason than to clear my head
Sad story.
That could be me up there...
one last rose for M, my friend
A love once lost, now felt again
To dance with fate, a sighing art
I always knew it would break my heart
I imagine this to:
"Canon and Gigue in D major: I. Canon"
Listen, you won't be disappointed.
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