You are a rose that I have admired the beauty of since the first time I saw you except now your petals are almost gone as you've self-destructed the majority of them and your stem seems to be broken and bent, you no longer are rooted in the ground but are wilting over as if your life has fallen down with you and I don't understand it because when I see you you're the most beautiful thing I think I have ever seen but you refuse to see the same as I do, and now you're looking as if your final days are being counted and I don't know if watering you can help anymore. I am afraid this is the end but I can not lose my alluring little flower because I have become the soil, and I need you in order to function