Because we have to work for the rose enduring pain and giving drops of our blood to reach it is what makes it the queen of flowers. The rose's beauty calls to us and its sensual smell beckons until we reach to make it ours... that is when the devil pokes us with the reminder that nothing worth having is without some sacrifice.
I only wish some of my roses were close to the edge of the bush and I didn't have to feel the sting of so many thorns to get the reward.
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