The Rose Off Her Hand...

by Chuckle at pain

Near to the door he paused to stand
as he took the rose off her hand
Family and friends watch as they did not speak

A silent tear ran down his cheek
and through his mind
the memories ran of the moments they walked and ran in the sand hand and hand

But now her eyes were so terrible cold
for he would never again see the sparkle in them

They watched in silence as he bent near
and whispered the words...
"I LOVE YOU" in her ear
he touched her face and started to cry

And just then the wind began to blow
as they lowered her casket
into the snow....this is what happens when jealousy takes over.