Love is like a rose. The soft velvet pedals, like an intimate kiss from a loved one. Something so soft and mooth that it can't be described. The beautiful red color, the color of love. Red passion seen only by bright eyes. A harsh color with a sensitive touch. But a rose has its thorns, much like love. When you embrace it it must be firm as to not drop or break it. But also light enough not to crush it or get pricked. Love is like a rose, but only to those who can embrace it.