I picked a rose, but kept the thorn love is gentle, and love can warn❤️

They saw the shine, not what it hides,🤍 A storm beneath where calm resides.🤍 Silk may slip, but never fall,🤍 It bends with power through it all.🤍

Soft to touch, but brave in rain flowers teach love through gentle pain 🌺

A quiet glow in the dim-lit night, Soft shadows wrapped in amber light, Not wings of white, nor halo bright Yet still she feels like heaven’s sight. In gentle curves and silent grace, There’s something time cannot erase, A warmth, a calm, a hidden fire, A soul that stirs a soft desire.

Flow like water, grounded like earth, bright like fire, free like air 🌼

When life gives you rain, make it fashion 💧