True love is not without pain, like that of thorns in your side. Yet love is like the rose in full bloom, beautiful and full of life

The rose speaks of love silently, in a language known only to the heart

Love is sweeter than any rose. Love pricks you far deeper than any thorn

I gave my blood to keep your roses red

Love is like a rosebud, it can blossom fully, or it can die softly

You can complain because a rose has thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have a rose

If you stand in front of a mirror with 11 roses, you'll see 12 of the most beautiful things in the world

The rose that you gave me has faded, and wilted away. But, the love tucked in deep inside remains in my heart forever

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