He was a gardener.

She was a wild flower, conditioned to think of herself as a weed, to be trampled underfoot. It was winter in her life, a flower without the sun.

With care, she thrived in the light of his Midnight dawn.

In time he both tamed and trained her to see her natural beauty.

Carefully he transplanted her from the crack in the pavement to a beautiful porcelain pot, where she flourished and bloomed in his care.

He watered her with love and nourished her,  feeding her a special elixir of his own preparation.

She became his rose.