Such a beautiful rose once held in the palm of my hand, such beauty once a main source of happiness, until the winds of misfortune blew the petals away leaving only the girl who held the now withered flower stripped of its beauty and meaning..Will you bloom for me again precious rose? Were you ever truly there? Could this have been just a beautiful dream?..I shall await until you become a reality that brought such happiness as remembered from the faint warmth remaining in the very deepest recesses of my ever beating heart. Even immortals are fueled by meaning, understanding, and reason...that which is needed to bring purpose to the road called life..A life must have purpose, where those find purpose varies..gods find purpose in worship..it keeps their existence going and brings a path of light, comfort, and even purpose to those who worship them. Humans...Vampires...purpose is needed.. this ones purpose....this ones rose must continue to rebloom