The Memory of A Red Rose

Faraway

"There's one star that shines so bright,
but only shines at your sight.
What can I do if I'm not with you?
because you're the only one that can see my truth?
A truth that only we can say,
a truth that can be my only way.
The way that drives me to you,
but I can't get to you.
Why is life so cruel?
But all this is for my might
still I swear that I'll fight.
Oh, sweet angel you know why?
Because you're like the
mind, heart and soul of mine."

By: Andrea

Somewhere in the balcony of a local house, in those
of the streets of England, a tall woman, with short
blond hair, admired the beautiful, breathtaking ocean,
that reflected the pretty colors of the setting sun, and
of the rising moon, feeling the breeze brushing
her hair, with its cool touch sending shivers down her
spine, listening to the melodic music of the angelic
birds, and hearing the sound of the water crashing
against the rocks.

This woman, of about 50 years, had unknown
secrets, bared in the deepest of her heart, soul, and
mind. Secrets that no one knew, and that will never
understand. Everyday without exception, she would
carry a red rose, in full bloom, in her ear. No one knew
why, only she knew, and a long lost memory.

She was rich, very rich as a matter of fact. Rumors
said that she had worked all her life for the right to
stand in those shoes, that were hers now, other
rumors said that all the money came from a lover
she had had a long time ago. But only she knew the
answer, although it was hard for her to remember,
she always tried to keep him in mind, and never forget
about him, it was like a promise.

25 years ago…

A man and a woman were kissing in the sunset sky,
her golden hair, reflecting the pinks and the oranges
of the setting sun. Her eyes were closed, delighted in
the sweet flavors of his lips, submerge in her own
fantasy dream, and just the thought of his lips,
crashing against hers in a passionate kiss send shivers
of delight down her spine.

After what seemed like an eternity, they broke apart,
gasping for air, he said "I swear that I'm never, never
going to be old." She thought that what he meant by
that, was that he was going to fight against life itself,
till the end of time. But what she didn't realized was
that he was going to commit suicide at the age of 60.
"I must go to war, for I must defend my country. It's
time for me to go, my lady." he took her hand and
kissed the top of it, ever so gently.

"I know, but can't you stay a little longer?" she knew
deep inside, that she was being selfish, but she couldn't
deny the fact that she was scared for him, and for
herself. She was beginning to fall in love and that
only made it more difficult. "But what if you get
injured . . . or worse, what if you get yourself killed!"

His dark mass of hair, flowing with the cool night
breeze, the muscles of his face seemed to relax, and
his voice was soft and caring. "Then I'd die a happy
man . . . because of you, my love." he replied caressing
her cheek. "I love you, princess,"

"And I love you, too" They kissed again, deep and
gentle. Then he started to walk backwards, and ever
so slowly, turned around, walk away, and out of her life.
*Wait* she cried, but no words seemed to come out of
her mouth. That was the last time she saw him alive.

But it wasn't until six months later that she received
a letter telling her that he died in battle as a honorable
men, defending a friend. Since then, she'd been a lonely
woman, not able to fall in love again, because of
memories that kept haunting her dreams, her heart, her
thoughts, her soul. Nothing will never be the same, or at
least to her. She could only remember his last words. He
had said: - Remember me with a rose - before he walked
away, only to stand just infront of death's awaiting arms. And,
since that day she carries a rose, a red rose, in full
bloom, in memory of a man that she had loved, and that
will always will.

                                THE END

"This longing is enclosed in a moon-droplet,
although I promise to hold on to it."

                        THE MEMORY OF A RED ROSE
                                     POEM VERSION

There goes my
prince in shinning armour.
His body, which is the one
of a greek god,
with his thick black hair,
and his stormy blue eyes.

He held me tight
in his arms,
that last night.
He told that he had to go,
that I should be strong,
and then he gave me a kiss
telling me. . . goodbye.

I knew since that moment,
that he wasn't coming back.
and in his place,
laid a single red rose.
And I knew that,
that last night,
was going to be the last time,
that he was going to have a chance
to say . . . I love you.