sammismooth

If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, then why are so many blind to it?
Burned, tortured, and torn:
I'm still here.
Life isn't picture perfect, but it is what you make of it,
so make it worth it.
Love is like a rose; beautiful, sweet, but not innocent.
With each rose, there are thorns.
To endure them is to treasure the blood you give
To those you love and the very essence of life in which you live.
How many times one may get pricked?
No one really knows.
We may hibernate with our deepest emotions,
and come spring,
novel beginnings blossom.
As the garden grows, so does the love we've shared and the promises to hold.
Never has there been a love so sweet than the rose garden we keep.