“When we plant a rose seed in the earth, we notice that it is small, but we do not criticize it as “rootless and stemless.” We treat it as a seed, giving it the water and nourishment required of a seed. When it first shoots up out of the earth, we don’t condemn it as immature and underdeveloped; nor do we criticize the buds for not being open when they appear. We stand in wonder at the process taking place and give the plant the care it needs at each stage of its development." 

The roots of this seed is where my story ended and your story began.  Your heartbeat breathed life into my soul and my soul cultivated your heart into the most perfect, beautiful being ever created.  Your being in my arms brought God to me, through me, and in front of me for the first time in my life.  You saved me.  But I love you because you are you.  You are the most beautiful music or symphony I never knew existed.  And when I heard it for the first time, I was entranced by the power of your melody.  And whomever you become, you are perfect as you are.  For I know you.  The true essence of you who is angelic from her soul outward. 

I love you with all my heart and always will.  I can't wait to spend forever with you by my side

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“The rose is a rose from the time it is a seed to the time it dies. Within it, at all times, it contains its whole potential. It seems to be constantly in the process of change; yet at each state, at each moment, it is perfectly all right as it is.”
—Timothy Gallwey