There are women who like flowers. Simply adored; smelled the scent. Not to be owned by picking, to last long.
Flowers can not choose where they bloom and a child can not choose a parent who gave birth. Believe me, love will come in time. Beautiful and bring happiness. Sprout like flowers and warm as the sun. The rose is the flower and handmaiden of love the lily, her fair associate, is the emblem of beauty and purity.