Quote by Mary Newmarch Prescott
If I were a rose, love, a great red-hearted rose, love,
Blushing on my stem, as roses do,
After tedious, sad delays,
In the first, warm summer days,
I would sweeten life for you.
You can complain because roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses.
If I had a rose for every time I thought of you, I'd walk through an endless garden of roses.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
All lovely things will have an ending. All lovely things will fade and die; and youth, that's now so bravely spending, will beg a penny by and by.
It's time to make love, douse the glim. The fireflies twinkle and dim; The stars lean together, like birds of a feather, and the loin lies down with the limb.
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk in my garden forever.
Anyone can love a rose, but it takes a lot to love a leaf. It's ordinary to love the beautiful, but it's beautiful to love the ordinary.
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
If you love a flower, don’t pick it up. Because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is not about possession. Love is about appreciation.