Just Like a Rose.
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You are so much like a rose, that is what he had told her.
He told that her beauty exceeded the loveliness of any full-bloomed rose that had ever been looked upon; her brown hair was like rich soil from which the flower grew, and her eyes, olive green like the leaves that complement the bud. Her cheeks were naturally dusted by a soft, rosy blush that glows bright whenever she laughs her musical laugh through full, opulent lips.
Stunning, like a rose.
But her heart, as he had put it, was guarded heavily by thorns; sharp, piercing thorns that cut into him whenever he got to close. He thought that maybe he could find a way around the thorns, that maybe he could become close to her heart. She never let down her wall though, never let him in.
Far to guarded to hold for long.
Just like a rose.
He told that her beauty exceeded the loveliness of any full-bloomed rose that had ever been looked upon; her brown hair was like rich soil from which the flower grew, and her eyes, olive green like the leaves that complement the bud. Her cheeks were naturally dusted by a soft, rosy blush that glows bright whenever she laughs her musical laugh through full, opulent lips.
Stunning, like a rose.
But her heart, as he had put it, was guarded heavily by thorns; sharp, piercing thorns that cut into him whenever he got to close. He thought that maybe he could find a way around the thorns, that maybe he could become close to her heart. She never let down her wall though, never let him in.
Far to guarded to hold for long.
Just like a rose.