The inside.

Love

Roses.

Only admired when in bloom.

When people think of roses the most common thoughts are thorns.

Either be gentle or avoid all together

In fear.

Pain.

That's what comes to mind when I hear thorns.

You are the rose.

My rose.

Where I only see your beauty and elegance.

The thorns are what make you who you are.

Even if blood does draw,

I'm happy that it was from making you know how beautiful you are.

Last night I stared at the roses you gave me.

I think I made myself fall in love all over again.

These thoughts of you.

And dreams so sweet.

Invincibility.

Nothing can go wrong if you are here.

My love.

My life.

My prince.