Maybe I have to go through the thorns first before touching or reaching the tender petals of you that even you can't see... but I know it's there and I can feel it.
You keep on adding them as you pass by people who are gone...old stories meant to be a moral lesson or other times, as fond old pages of a book, that fills you with nostalgia adding to the beauty of your petals but also adding thorns

If only you could see what I see, then maybe you would too, fall in love with yourself helplessly

Okay i tried to come up with smth for rose day but yeah not so good