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Before you I lay a dozen perfect red long stemmed Roses,

all of them are thorn free except for the last three you see.

There is a good reason the thorns are still on the red roses,

but please let me start my story before I tell you all that.

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One red rose is handed to you as I take a real deep breath,

this one represents the cool October day that we first met.

Another rose followed the one that you have already have,

this represents in my memory our first kiss is still fresh.

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The third red rose is gently placed in you shaking hands,

the rose represents the very first night we spent together.

The passion we found that magical night is off the charts,

the rose I handed you should have been on your pillow.

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Tears well up in your eyes as I hand you another rose,

for I clearly remember when I first told you I loved you.

This time you pick up a rose and give it to me instead,

telling me I loved you to and my reply to you was ditto.

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I quickly regain my composure and pick up another rose,

wishing that I could have given it to you with the keybit.

A tear slides down your check and tell me that it was ok,

only a locksmith would do a marriage proposal like that.

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Another red rose is picked up and handed to you once again,

my words are sincere when I say I wanted to marry you then.

With tears in your eyes you say I know and wanted it also,

it’s just that life got in the way of everything and our future.

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The last three roses are the ones with the thorns on them now,

I will give them to you still but please be careful taking them.

Here is the part I wish I didn’t have to do but it must be done,

for in a relationship you have to take the bitter with the sweet.

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The first thorned rose represents out bitter break up we had,

something that was unnecessary and didn’t have to happen.

The second thorned rose is for the daggers that we both threw,

Some by me and some by you but they hit their desired target.

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With a very heavy heart I hand you the final thorned red rose,

knowing that our union will be forever permanent this time.

You don’t say a single word as you take the last thorny rose,

you understand it’s meaning without me saying a single word.

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But then I pull out a rose you wasn’t aware I had even bought,

a bright yellow rose with silver and gold glitter on its frail edges.

With a hesitate voice you ask me what the beautiful rose is about,

I hand the rose to you and began to tell you its special meaning.

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On that August day we parted way very angry with the other,

I lost a beautiful wife if our wedding had gone through then.

You lost a husband that would have loved you for an eternity,

but things in our control and beyond our control destroyed it.

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But the most beautiful rose I could not bring with me or buy,

The most beautiful rose is now holding the twelve red roses.

I loved you then and I do now and know you still do love me,

But we both are aware that will walk a new path from now on.

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The past is the past and we both will never forget it was there,

our lives will never be the same now that we crossed paths.

There is no room for regret now or never no matter what we do,

for at once our hearts touched and that to us meant something.