Let's set the scene.
It's a cold night and the pale moon light, shines bright upon the snow.
Behold, up on a hill. Where the moon seems to kiss the snow, a white flower grows.
This flower is my unwavering love for you.
In summer, or in snow, it will continue to grow.
This flower is the most beautiful of all.
Something that rarely blooms at all.
The little ghost that is myself protects this flower with everything she is.
The little ghost cares for this flower as if her life depended on it in hopes it will grow for a long time to come.
However, what this little ghost fears the most, is thought of the wilting of the flower.
She does not want to lose the flower, ever.
For in all the bad times she has ever experienced, the flower has been there to make her happy.
The little ghost loves the flower and she hopes the flower loves her too.
