It was so heart touching

A rich man came from work tired and ready for dinner and then bed. But every Friday he would bring a red rose to his wife. He would get down on one knee and say "My beautiful wife, the week had ended but my love for you lives on. Until the day my bones fail me I will work hard to bring a rose to your hand." His wife was always amuse by the words "...I will work hard to bring a rose to your hand." She knew he had picked up all those flowers on a field near by of wild roses. She knew he didn't mean his day in day out work. He meant his efforts to find the perfect rose every time for her. He always picked the prettiest and sweetest he could find. She knew he worked hard every time because of the dirt on his sleeves. He was a careful to take it out so it could be place in a pot and later into a hiden garden in the woods.