A Magic Rose

I stare at a rose on a vine It is red as wine, Looks so peacefully, and just sits there like it stares back I touch the rose It sends a magic signal to inside my whole body The rose pulls my body into a deep trance Somehow I know I need to pull my hand back The trance that I'm in is stronger than my power Then, I see these two images like people A man, and a woman Laughing, and talking Even though I can't see a clear vision of who they are The woman sound like me The man sounds like my husband I close my eyes and try to get a better vision Then, open them I see my husband and I But how could this be? My husband is dead! A voice echoes through me and the trance I can't make the voice out to understand what it is trying to say to me I train my mind to get a better hearing of the voice Every minute is coming clearer Finally I heard and understood This is a re-run of my husband and I on our first date Finally I realized what was happening The rose is a magic rose People who touches this rose, send them back through time It was never in my mind That has my husband gave me a sign? Could it be explained? Or was it maybe the rose bring back good memories and replace them from bad ones? Who knows? It's a mystery. I finally came out of the trance I was feeling fine now better than I was before I will always remember that rose on vine, Whenever I need comfort, I can come to that magic rose!