you are the most beautiful flower i have ever seen. the sweet scent of you is one that stays on my mind throughout countless hours and days alike. your vibrant petals of the brightest scarlet captivate my gaze and i cannot look away. in my palms i only feel the softness of your petals and neglect the sharpness of your thorns. blind to the negative, always. always. silly me. everybody knows that the seasons come and go. and by winter all the flowers wilt and nothing's left behind but emptiness where they once grew. autumn took you from me and i did not notice until winter came along with the brisk reality that all roses wilt. and that even the most beautiful of roses has its thorns.