The Problem Is..

I am an open book. The problem is not that people read it in wrong order but that no one has tried to open it.
I am an apple tree. The problem is not that one climbs on it or throws stone at it but that its collapsing by the weight of its own apples.
I am a rose flower. The problem is not that a lover haven't gifted it to his sweetheart, but that even a butterfly haven't noticed it.
I am a love ocean. The problem is not that its vaporizing everyday, but that there is no rever falling in it.