‘He stood as usual waiting a smile touching his lips. And then from behind his back he produced one single pink rose that was perfect in every way.Placing it in my hand he said, “I picked this out of our garden, the last one on the bush, the last rose of summer especially for you.”’A heart-wrenching tale of forbidden love through the war years.
‘He stood as usual waiting a smile touching his lips. And then from behind his back he produced one single pink rose that was perfect in every way.Placing it in my hand he said, “I picked this out of our garden, the last one on the bush, the last rose of summer especially for you.”’A heart-wrenching tale of forbidden love through the war years.