It’s not about the rose, but the eyes that gaze longingly into yours. It’s not but the gunshot, but the terrifying anger in the culprit’s eyes. It’s all about the eyes for they give the first hint that you’re blindly jumping into a shark pit; that something’s not quite right. However, we are so pitifully blinded by love that we choose not to notice the subtle warnings; to hastily sweep our fears under the carpet.All Rights Reserved