Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.

A little while ago I saw that the roses of our house tree were blooming. The rose looked so beautiful. Suddenly I thought let's take some pictures. And let's take these pictures and share them with us.
That's what I did. I took some pictures. Because the rose looked so beautiful that I couldn't help but take pictures. There was a red rose and a whole tree had a rose. And a very beautiful rose. So I took the picture. I think you will like it