Youre beautiful but youre empty...One couldnt die for you. Of course an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose all on her own is more important than all of you together since shes the one Ive watered. Since shes the one I put under glass since shes the one I sheltered behind the screen. Since shes the one for whom I killed the caterpillars except the two or three butterflies. Since shes the one I listened to when she complained or when she boasted or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since shes my rose.

It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.

I had a dream about you. You looked so beautiful that I felt compelled to say something. So I said The fish taco wasnt nearly as stinky as I imagined itd be. You looked at me with your gorgeous eyes and said Life isnt all roses to the noseless and those with eyes need to listen closely. I nodded my head in agreement even though I didnt have a clue what you meant. But thats what love does right It makes men clueless.

Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature's laws wrong, it learned to walk without having feet. Funny, it seems to by keeping it's dreams; it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else even cared.