Did this Valentine rose make someone's heart happy? The lone rose was on the ground and no one was around. Once a radiant rose, this precious rose was now weak and forgotten.
I was blessed to find the long stem, red rose as she neared the end of her life. Her beauty was fading as I touched her delicate petals, "I love you rose."
What was her story? Why was I drawn to this dying rose? What did she represent to me? And why was she left behind?
I received a dozen long stem, red roses for Valentine's day, I didn't need a lost red rose. So why did I pick her up?
I found her late Valentine's night. With only a hint of life she was dying of thirst. I tenderly picked up the fragile rose and carefully placed her in my water bottle. "You'll be okay rose."
With the small scissors I had in my purse I trimmed the black outline around her petals. Tediously, yet lovingly I softly clipped each petal. I cut her long stem in half to better fit in my water bottle. I smiled because she smiled again. With no sign of age and no sign of death my little red rose looked healthy and alive.
The next morning as my husband and I walked to our car from a grand Valentine's day getaway I proudly carried my remarkable rose. As we walked and talked I was pleasantly surprised when an observant woman told me, "What a beautiful rose."
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