I write my heart on paper (Volume One)

Love - destined to be a rose?

Love is often described as a rose.

I ponder the reason.

May it be, because a rose is 'oh so sweet, yet fragile; with it's wax petals.

Or whether it be that love is a rose with thorns.

Without the thorns, the rose would be defenseless; the thorns defend the rose - such as the mind does the heart.

Could the thorns be the test of love?

The only thing stopping the destined rose barer from their sweet smelling flower; being the sharp and weaving rose stem, it's thorn waiting brisk-fully; not for who want it, but who deserve it.

Who deserves love?

Who makes that choice?

Well I guess the only way to find out...

Is to fall in love.