Heavenly Garden

One stalk two stalk three stalk four
He used to bring her roses to her door
Dandies and lilies and orchids and buds
Meant so much more than random diamond studs
He chose with love, each little flower
A gift straight from his heart, for his lover
As each day she fought to survive
Her pain cut through his heart like a knife
He held her tight as there came a day
When her pain and struggles finally went away
He still chooses with love every rose
And without fail everyday he goes
Only that the bouquet has become a wreath
As his lover lies from the ground six feet beneath!

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