She plants love, and she grows roses. The fragrance of romance comes from the blossom that blooms in the heart.

...love lies hidden in every rose...

Hope is like a harebell, trembling from its birth,
Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth,
Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white,
Love is like a lovely rose, the world’s delight.
Harebells and sweet lilies show a thornless growth,
But the rose with all its thorns excels them both.

Just like Love is yonder rose.

And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers
Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.

The rose is fairest when 't is budding new,
And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.
The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew,
And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.

The rose is fairest when 't is budding new,
And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears;
The rose is sweetest washed with morning dew
And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears.

Straight and swift the swallows fly
To the sojourn of the sun;
All the golden year is done,
All the flower-time flitted by;
Thro’ the boughs the witch-winds sigh;
But heart’s summer is begun;
Life and love at last are one;
Love-lights glitter in the sky.
Summer days were soon outrun
With the setting of the sun;
Love’s delight is never done.
Let the turn-coat roses die;
We are lovers, Love and I;
In Love’s lips my roses lie.

I can answer spring at last,
Love is near me!

O flowers! the soul that faints or grieves
New comfort from your lips receives;
Sweet confidence and patient faith are hidden in your leaves.

Gather the rose of love, while yet thou mayest,
Loving, be loved; embracing, be embraced.

The red rose whispers of passion, And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon, And the white rose is a dove.But I send you a cream-white rosebud With a flush on its petal tips,
For the love that is purest and sweetest Has a kiss of desire on the lips.

O tender yearning, sweet hoping!
The golden time of first love!
The eye sees the open heaven,
The heart is intoxicated with bliss;
O that the beautiful time of young love
Could remain green forever.

How
Did the rose
Ever open its heart
And give to this world
All its
Beauty?
It felt the encouragement of light
Against its Being.
Otherwise,
We all remain
Too
Frightened