Love of Edelweiss

This is a slightly revised repost but which was formerly deleted.) I climbed the high mountain, breathed in the harsh high air, really relished the beauty of the valley where you lived. And all because it was a custom to present a perfumed edelweiss to you whom I loved in those days gone by. But you would have none of it, rejected me out of hand. I felt dejected and frustrated but then remembered the old legend how a damsel princess of old the beauty of the vale, remained nubile unattached, for none deserved her hand. Thus to her death she remained single and all the men who loved her, wept. They buried her high upon a mountain and covered her grave with roses red. But as spring came upon her grave grew lovely white flowers whose scent embellished the mountain tops, and everyone agreed that the flower should be a remembrance of their love that remained a dream. A flower all called edelweiss, a memorial for eternity.