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His fondness for red roses, and her name was Rosa. All years
her husband sent her beautiful bouquets. The year he died, came
roses with a card saying, like all previous years: Happy
day of love!
Each year he sent roses and the note would always say: I love you even more this
year, more than last year at this time. Always greater my love for
you with each passing year.
... A year passed, y. .. at the same time, as on other days of the lovers, is
bell rang, and there on the threshold were [again] the roses. He took the
roses ... y. .. then took the phone and called the florist ....
The flowers I received were paid in advance, "said the owner;
her husband planned it that way for you to receive each year and
wrote a special little card if ever I found out that since
he did not live, that's the card that should send you the year
next.
She thanked him and hung up and ran with tears. Their
fingers trembled as they reached the card .... y. .. read what
he wrote: Hello, darling, I know that a year ago I left, and
I hope that I have not been difficult to overcome the wound.
I know you must feel lonely, and suffering from deep pain, because if
would have been otherwise, I so I would have felt. The love that united us
made it very beautiful in life. I loved you more than I can express
the words, you were the perfect wife.
You were my friend and my lover, fill all my needs. Ha
after only one year, but please do not worry. I want you
happy, even shed tears. That is why the roses will receive during
many years.
Upon receiving the roses, think of all the happiness that we enjoy
together, and blessings. I've always loved and I know that
always will. But love mo, you go ahead, much remains you
to live.
I pray that you find the happiness and enjoyment of life. Although you do not
is easy to find somehow. The roses will come every year, and only
will come when no one responds, and the florist stops to touch your
door.
That day he will go five times, just in case you're out. But after his
last visit will have no doubt take the roses to the place where
I told him take them, and where we put you and me together
again.
In these heartwarming verses composed by an unknown and
translated from English by Luis Bernal Lumpuy, we see the exceptional love
a man to his wife. Although it may seem difficult, so we can love
us if, as St. Paul exhorts us, imitate God and brought a
life of love, as Christ loved us and gave himself for us as
fragrant offering and sacrifice.
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