“Eyes closed, lost in a rose, my nose finds nirvana. Deep in this silky petaled nest it is no longer a thing on my face. It is the center of the universe.”

The song of the rose is heard with the nose.

Everyone was a rose but even more complex than a mere flower. Everyone was made up of infinitely layered petals. And everyone had something indescribably precious at the heart of their being.
No one was shallow. Not really.

Hope springs eternal where faith abides.

Hating someone you once loved is worse than never having loved them at all.

Every smile a blessing, every breath a prayer.