The Rose

I once saw a lonely Woman sitting in a park, the winter afternoon sun playing softly across her features. Looking at her lifeless face, I felt bad for her. I wanted her to feel better. So I went to her and offered her a rose. She looked at the rose, then at me and asked me why?

"Because you seemed lonely" i said smiling.

She took the rose and said "thank you for noticing." I could see her lips curving at the corners. She looked pretty when she smiled.

"But if you wanted to give me something why couldn’t you give me a friend?"

"A Friend?" I asked, thoughtfully. "Is that as precious as a rose?"

"A Friend" she said "Is like hundred roses everyday"

"Then i will give you a friend!" I said smiling. "Where can i find one..?"

She laughed. "It can very well be you." Then she smiled "If you want"

And since that day, i gave her more roses than anyone could ever count. And she gave me back even more.

What about you? How many roses have you given..?

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Morning comes and morning goes with no regret

And evening brings the memories I can't forget
Empty rooms that echo as I climb the stairs
And empty clothes that drape and fall on empty chairs

~ Don McLean