Dance little rose. Dance til thy hearts desire. Alike a single rose ablaze - yet thine did not wilt - nay, thee flourished into what can only be recounted as unfeasible. How can something so devilishly beautiful not be that of sinful origin? But alas, certainly for better, this assumption proved to be without truth. The grace of her every step and advance was marvelous. Her beauty, which is always without fault, was accompanied by the touch of an angel and the heart of a saint. The way in which the roses's dress twirled in a whirlwind of fiery red caused hearts to illuminate.
