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The Rose
by R. Wayne Edwards
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Finally two people meet after a long term romantic relationship through the mail.


It was in a used bookstore, in a book he'd gone to buy,
The comments he read in the margins would put tears in a cynical eye.
In lines any author would envy, she had penned her concepts of life.
Her words showed such inner beauty. They cut through his heart like a knife.

He vowed he would find this woman, whose writing still burned in his heart.
But how could he keep such a vow, he didn't know where he should start.
In the margin on one of the pages, he found his first tiny clue.
In a line, she referred to herself and said that her nickname was Brew.

And then on the very last page; the name and address of a friend.
He sent her his heart in a letter, how he'd found the lines she had penned.
With a kiss and a prayer he had mailed it, his chances were slim he well knew.
He wrote on the back of the envelope, "Will you forward this letter to Brew?"

It was then fate dealt him a blow that the Devil himself must have crafted.
A government telegram came, with a notice that he had been drafted.
A whole year of training and moving, then a letter had reached him in 'Nam.
From her, the girl in the margin, forwarded there to him by his mom.

No lines that he could concoct, could match what she wrote to him.
It filled his whole day with joy, which no war or fighting could dim.
They wrote back and forth to each other, 'til each knew the other by heart.
She insisted that looks didn't matter, no pictures exchanged from the start.

The comfort they felt with each other, their thoughts in perfect coherence,
A love that they both agreed transcended all personal appearance.
Then his enlistment was over, if his heart could withstand the strain,
They would meet in Grand Central station, where she would arrive by train.

Just how would he know his beloved, with crowds of people so great?
"No picture," she still insisted, "just be there and don't be late."
He asked what she would be wearing. “Just tell him what color of clothes.”
She said they would know in their hearts and she would be carrying a rose.

He arrived there two hours early. This is the day they would meet.
So long he’d dreamed of this day with plans just how they would greet
He knew her the second he saw her, perfection from head to her toes.
His heart, overwhelmed by her beauty but where had she hidden the rose?

Her perfume engulfed him in passing, her countenance bouncy and gay.
He knew he was smitten forever, when she whispered, "Going my way?"
It was then that he saw the woman, watching them in quizzical pose,
No beauty but eyes that showed depth and she was holding a rose!

His anguish a burden too great, his vision was walking away.
But the love he had shared with this woman, no doubt where his future lay.
With feet like lead, he approached her to take her in his embrace.
"Soldier, I don't think I know you!" but a smile was crossing her face.

“The girl who just passed you by, asked that I give this to you.
She said she would wait in the lobby and that you would know what to do.
She said no love could be greater and told me just how she knows
Your souls were meant for each other, she knew you would bring her this rose.”

By R. Wayne Edwards, February 1998

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Reviewed by Ronald Hull 1/30/2013
This poem seems so familiar. But it's fantastic. A beautiful story in a poem.

Reviewed by richard cederberg 1/30/2013
Story prose with end rhyme; an interesting confluence of elements.
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