The Last Rose

He was the love of her life

And the only thing he left behind

Was a solitary rose

Each time she put it to her nose

He came to mind

The memories would flow

Each time she looked at the last gift

She would feel her heart break

For she knew it wouldn’t be long

Before it too was gone

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