For the Love of a Rose

There once was a man who fell in love with a seed. He did not know why but somehow this seed was special to him, though it was course and unrefined. The man was rich and could easily conquer the world, but he chose to spend his energies on the flower. He planted it and cared for it and soon it started to grow and left behind that shell it once was. With care from this man it grew and grew and eventually budded. The flower would not grow from there though so the man did everything he could, he broke himself selling off his riches and when he hit rock bottom and had nothing left but the flower, it started to blossom. A beautiful flower it became, a wonderful Rose. The man cared for this Rose with all his heart and gave it everything, forsaking what he wanted, what he had become and what he had built and though he had nothing left he still gave all he could. He worked day by day, to keep doing what he had, and even though the Rose could do nothing in return, could not support him he was happy knowing that he had done his best to make the Rose's life the best it could be. Almost 6 years to the day though he pricked his finger on one of her thorns that he had been blind to all its life, the thorn got stuck and infected and the man lay dying next to the Rose he loved so much. With his last gasps of air he said to the Rose, "I am sorry I cannot take care of you any more. Surly you know a way to save me?" As his vision darkened and his breathing slowed to a stop the man thought he herd in the wind "Do not worry, I will find someone else to take care of me once you are gone." And the Rose left the dying man she could have saved.