Forever Remembered with Florence Red Roses

Terry Hipgrave

They say grief is just love with no place to go, but we can't spend another day with love rotting away in our chest, our heart is so full of leftover love, it's beginning to leak through all our cracks. It's spilling onto strangers and overflowing onto friends, it's flooding all the streets, it doesn't seem to end, and we guess it's kind of beautiful and kind of tragic too. That the world is filling up with all the love that was ment for you.