Just Like That Rose

Like a rose, holding its petals close to the core, clings to the stem for it knows how cruel the world is.
Tending to its need they'll care, adore and praise.
Once the little bud starts opening up its petals to them, they'll rip it off the branch.
Placing it in a vase, they'll enjoy its fragrance.
Placing it in a bouquet, they'll impress their loved ones.
Placing it on a grave, they'll mourn the gone.
And then, leave it there, to wither away, on its own.
It tries to survive, it sends messages through its wilting petals.
Some pluck the petals away, one after another, deciding whom they love.
Some keep it in their book, and suffocate it to death.
Some crush the petals and make perfumes.
Some throw it away.
But, it never ceases to struggle until its last petal ceases to breathe.
Just like that rose, I will strive to hold on, to my will, letting you enjoy me, making you happy.
Just like that rose, I will always be there to comfort you.
Just like that rose, I will make you smile.
Just like that rose, I will shower you with my fragrance.
And just like that rose, I will live for you until my last petal falls off.