The rose is the flower of love her fragrance the sweetness of a love one's smile and the tenderness of life in her arms where the hours are minutes gently passing by
The rose is the flower of love her petals are the thoughts and feelings that ripple through our heart with the hopes of spring and summer as the nearness of my love brings joy into my life
The rose is the flower of love though her stem be covered with thorns still would I seek the love I bought with tears concealed and lay bare unshielded and vulnerable to the arrows of love
The rose is the flower of love her redness the color of blood shed by a bleeding heart when a love dies and memories of pain is all that is left