Epilogue

*Michael*

1990

It's been a year since Rose has been in jail. Bradley, Detective Jameson and I have been working around the clock to try and lessen her prison sentence. I see her everyday. I took a year vacation from everything just so she'll know that I'm all about her.

She's getting worse every time I see her. I can see that she's becoming her old self more and more each day. If I'm not with her, then I'm at the hospital with Curt and Dalma. Curt's getting worse as the days go by. We don't know how much longer he has left.

I have Lisa Marie here to help me throughout this whole ordeal. She won't tell me much about her and Rose but she seems like she's willing to help me through this tough time.

She's such a good friend.

Tabitha and Tommy have been visiting Rose also, and I flew them to California to stay at Neverland with me. Rose doesn't know it yet but I'm going to adopt them very soon. Tommy is almost 20 but since Tabitha was still in the home, I was able to get papers for her quickly.

I love Rose. I miss her so much. I just wish I could touch her and hold her. I write about her everyday, whether it's poems or drawings, or even songs. I'm recording a new album and the majority of songs are about her. I have this new poem for her and I can't wait for her to hear it. Hopefully it'll make her smile.

'Beauty is her name, Rose The flower to the garden I worship She like heaven Every man want to get to her But her beauty  Stings like a BEE I cried To simply last away the pain God had placed in forgiving her No figure on earth would dare challenge Such a creature from Heaven All the angels love to sing her name Wishing that they could look the same No artist could capture Each faces of her being Whether it's physical or spiritual Is a divine beauty From which there's no excuse in the eyes of man So when her eyes meet mine I am her prisoner and To only her I will surround Every sixty seconds she smiles Is a minute of happiness I can never get back. whenever I see a rose I look upon the stars And says The woman that stole my heart Beauty is her name, Rose. '

I love my darling Rosalinda, and I'll never let you go.