For whom does a rose blossom?
Is it for its own purpose - to show the world the beauty that it holds, and boasts of its lively, youthful color? Or is it a selfless deed - to give persons with sadness of heart the reflection of the beauty of Earth and all its joyous things?
It is this, I believe, which is true.
For one so beautiful and tranquil cannot honestly hold a hint of selfish want. You are a rose, and the rose is likewise -
The one and the same.
Your smile and laughter is the blossom to the world. Your gift. Your love.
As beauty holds you a slave to the eyes of humans, you stretch far beyond these stereotypical limits and produce warmth and grace to every welcome soul.
For surely Heaven was shaped for such a one as you, to share a gift few possess and relinquish it freely.
The rose has found its adversary, and it is in you that I will boast.