Love is like a red rose. The red is passion. Love when reciprocated, has a sweet and intoxicating smell. The thorn is the pain of love when it goes bad or turns cold.
Love, like the rose, blooms. It may take time but one day, the love will be fully developed. It shouldn’t be rushed. It must be allowed to grow at its own pace.
Love is a gift like the rose. Both come from the Creator. Both are a blessing. Both are beautiful. Both are to be cherished.