She sat at her window every day
Watching for the Postman at the gate,
Breakfast was skipped and lunch was a delay
The sun gone down~supper on wait..
She grew weary as time passed by
Day after day~no Postman did she see,
Summer~Autumn~and Winter lingered on
Until Spring finally came to be..
Up the walkway the Postman skipped
Smiling brightly~a Blue Rose in his hand,
She no longer sat at her window
It seems she had left in the winter beforehand.
A promise was made to her by her lover
When a `Blue Rose` arrives~he would soon follow,
Her `Headstone` reads ~`Farewell My Love`~
A `Blue Rose`~ lies on her grave ~ for him to follow.