roses are gorgeous.

deep red or blush pink petals, delicately wrapped around each other, forming a cluster of that which not only looks but holds the fragrance of something beautiful.

roses are similar to love.

a myriad of multiple emotions, different colors, and feelings, butterflies in the stomach, a racing heart in the chest, a tinge of pink on the cheeks, coming together to swirl in a fascinating, beautiful phenomenon.

roses have thorns.

from the stems sprout sharp figures, spread out to ensure harm, piercing the skin as drops of red trickle down, staining what it may come in contact with.

thorns are similar to love.

beneath the butterflies, heartbeats, and blushes, a tangled mess of pain is present, so great it could shatter the strongest of people, a pain that occurs only when fallen too deep in love.