Two years passed by and we were deeply in love - the sentiments the desire and the emotions had increased dramatically. Each week I brought her one red rose - she said it was a symbol of what we meant to each other - and no one could ever take that away. Our romance had gone from when our eyes first met, to holding hands to making love in bed; and then I proposed - 'Will you marry me? ' She was so happy she cried then I put the diamond ring on her finger - we set a June wedding date. The next morning when I awoke I looked at the night stand and saw her note - was sitting under a red rose, along with her ring. As I opened up the note, I began to cry - my tears stained the ink 'My love, I can't explain, but I had to leave - please forgive me.' I never did get over her beauty I never did get over her touch 'Now in solitude, a constant vigil I will keep.' '2008' RLS