Love is the bright and lovely scarlet colour of a rose, it's the rose itsfelf shining like a feeble light in the distance. A flower so beautiful and blooming so painful, that we love to have near to give us a fairy tale in the middle of an ordinary life.
It's scent...strong as the summer fruits and the salted seas...but weak as the smallest thing on earths, protected by the endless crown of thorns. The rose, a flower so powerful with the looks of gods. They have beauty and pure light....burried in perfect innocence with a shield that makes you alive, but at the same time ready to die.
That's love, the flame of life hiding behind the symbol of a rose since forever, the feeling of darkness and pain that makes us float in happiness and hope.
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