I was told a story once that a long time ago...
In a land whos name the lands dont even remember
during a very cold winter a young man went to see the one he loved.

In the land he lived in it was a special time where every couple
rich or poor
man or woman
it didnt matter who would show their love to someone dear to them

sadly the tradition had become tainted by greed and changed how people thought about expressing their love
Every one had went and gathered as many pretty objects as they could to give to one another.

But times were hard and the winter was cruel
because when he asked his love what she wanted all she asked for was a flower.

Normally the land was full of wild roses and other flowers but people greed had taken them all if the frost hadn't

He looked all that day and could find nothing so he went anyway to see her feeling cold inside.

When he got to her house he sat by her sick bed and watched her as she slept because his love was weak and ill

As he did this he muttered
when will the roses come...
because when the roses come there is so much prosperity in the land and everyone is happy and thankful...or at least they appeared that way and it was good enough for him.

while deep in his thoughts his love turned to him and smiled gently.

"you brought my rose"
the man leaned down and kissed her forehead

"but there are none, its just you and i"

she just smiled to him and said,
"your a silly man because you are my rose and always have been"
he looked lost as she continued

" You have brought me a rose every day i have known you in my life and here is why

When i see you i see all the beauty in the world
when i hear your voice i hear the voices of all the beautiful creatures that even man cannot see
When you hold me and i can smell your scent i smell the earth,air water and light that gives everything life
and when you touch me its been as gentle as any plesant memory to me

Love cannot be measured by pretty stones, confectionary, paper, ink ,money or things like that even a flower is rather...unnessecary to express you love for someone

yes money makes it easier for people who love eachother to be happy but all the money in the world cant make love and happiness it can only provide comfort and security

but even still
you are my rose everlasting
you dont wilt and die under the cold or the heat
you arent given to someone just because its a day to tell them you love some one
you've come to me everyday and said you love me as often as the sun and moon dance in the sky and as many times as there are stars in the heavens
so when you ask 'when will the roses come'?
all i ask is
when have they ever gone away?"

Later that year when winter had gone to its rest and the sun bathed the land till no more white was visible. The couple went outside and the land was full of wild roses.
They stood there in silence and smiled
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Aishiteru Jamie...
i know that the image and story are cheesy but...it felt right...