A
single red rose was set aside especially for her.
It stood out from thousands in the garden and
was given
as a symbol of my immortal love.
It was unique
and beautiful
just as she was.
On
the day of her death
a single red rose was set aside and burned to
ashes to our memories and to her gods.
It was one in a breath of thousands but hers
was the only light
that gave me rhyme and gave me life.
It
was unique and beautiful
just as she was.
Victor Millan
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