February

It was a perfect pure burgundy
Seemingly thrown aside on the grave
The rose had frozen from the frost
Preserved petal by petal forever saved.

As the Sun warmed a path of light
The tombstone could now be read:
"My only friend who saw my soul,
My love still burning even when I'm dead."

The woman kneeled in the snow
Tears turned to icicles on her face
She touched the stone but not the rose
Sent by God to join her true place

And in her hand clutched a note
Written the minute before he died:
"When I'm gone,I will send you a rose
Red for my love to come to my side".