A young rose is used it beauty close concise but all look on its elegance and clear beauty simple like new love, small and only surface level

As love grows deeper the rose blooms the layers and complexity continue to shine through and grow deeper with each passing day
As a love grows in diversity like the many petals of a mature rose

When a rose dies its either scattered, but like old memories of a broken love each brings a small amount of joy
Or it is dried like and as true love is never forgotten, it will remain a mere memory of its once grandeur