I walked pass a rose garden 
She was dying of neglect
Her beauty was apparent, but hidden under weeds and decay
I began to spend time to cultivate her
I pulled her weeds and made her soil moist
Tenderness was spread over her bed
I pruned her stems with a delicate touch
It didn't take long before her roses began to bloom
Her sweet fragrance filled the early mornings
After a few months her leaves began to wither
I watered her with tears of despair
I pruned her stems with affection
My devotion did not satisfy her
She no longer responds to me
I see another cultivating her
Her bed was covered with weeds
He prunes her harshly
Infidelity covers her bed
She's never watered
But, her soil stays moist for him
His inattentiveness doesn't effect her
The fragrance from her roses is sweeter
She blooms brighter then before