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.
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.