Somebody that lightens my day, makes me forget everything else and keep me grounded to this world. Someone that puts as much devotion as i give them. Someone to give this mind a purpose once more.I was strolling through the garden of a house made of crystal when I stumbled upon a bed of gorgeous glass roses. Carefully, I picked the tallest one and held it against the mid-day sun which was beating down on the garden made of colored glass. It was so pure and beautiful with its petals fashioned with great care I loved the way it caught the light and its colors sparkled against the bright blue sky behind it. It was so perfect and graceful that when I realized it would never fade or wilt like the roses I had held before, I almost wept with joy. With the wind at my back and the silken grass at my feet I gripped the rose tight and kissed it gently on its cool petals feeling its perfection against my lips. But when I looked to the ground to find a place to sit I saw three drops of crimson slide down the rose's smooth stem and into the dust below. On my hands were seven bleeding cuts. And on the rose were seven blood-stained thorns. "Even glass roses have thorns," I mumbled to the earth. But unable to stand the pain I set the rose gently on the ground thinking I could come see it another day. But when I returned many years down the road, I found the garden of glass shattered and in the middle the broken shards of my gorgeous glass rose