I never loved Roses, or flowers of any kind, ever. I like them, they are pretty. Each flower blossoms in stunning colors, some prettier than the rest. You cannot see the full potential of a flower when its petals are still closed, but once it blooms, ah, such beauty and color it brings in this dull world full of greedy animals who think themselves dominant. But even the fairest ones like Roses wither, loses its color and beauty, and die. And somehow, it just reminds me so much of human beauty.
