Roses Garden

"One last kiss, thats all"........... John was a man of many loose ends. His life was a cluster of vines, twisting together into a usless mass of tangle, choking off any fragment of budding beauty that brought peace or satisfaction to him (or anyone unfortunate enough to have grafted a relationship with him). He knew now more than ever how deep his love was for her ,his heart ached in her absence. It was her, his beloved Rose, she gave him more hope than anyone he had ever known. She was a light, even in the darkest corner of his life. "I can't do anything right", He thought, " you ruined it John!" He quivered as the salty taste of tears rared his senses. memories of that last kiss were painfully clear. John was working in the garden. He had labored so hard to make it perfect for his Rose. "Can I see it, John?" she asked. "Not until its finished, my love, besides", he continued,"I don't want you to go near the chipper, its too dangerous." Rose gave him a smile and kissed him with such softness, he never forgot one kiss from her soft lips........... "My sweet John, I miss you so much" she wispered. Most people thought it odd for Rose to visit the garden so often. thorns and vines had long overcome the unfinished work of her husband. Rose felt so close to him, as if he was kneeling right there beside her. The garden was such a part of her, it stood for John's unfailing love and dedication to her. Rose knew it was more so a part him, for on the day of thier last kiss, he had found his way through the chipper and was forever united with the very garden that monumented his love for dear beloved Rose.