Roses Are Red Poems About Love の小説・ストーリー

I smiled, “I did! I can't believe you went the extra mile to make me feel welcome.” The doctor corrected his spectacles and said, “You know, those are red roses.” “Yeah, I can see them.” “You know what it means?” He asked me sheepishly. I thought about it for a while and said, “I don't know… It is very common, I mean I have never seen another color rose to be gifted.” “Oh…” The doctor then clarified, “We give the red rose to someone if we love them.” I stopped writing on my register and looked at him, “Are you for real…”

The birds are singing. I close my eyes. I listen. I breathe. I stay. --- September comes. The light changes. The mornings get cooler. The roses start to fade. But the oak tree stands tall. The oak tree does not care about September. The oak tree just keeps growing. Slow and steady. The way trees do. --- Damon and I plant more roses. Not white ones. Red ones. The kind that mean love. The kind that mean passion. The kind that mean I am here and I am staying and I am not going anywhere.

They were known to be merciless to those who betrayed them and have the kindest heart to those who were in need. Apart from that, news that hit the society was the young lady of House Claramay, Aurora Claramay. Her ladylike attitude had knocked down many noblewomen while her cold personality was like a magnet to increase the number of her beau. Rumors around her said that she's an enchantress that takes no notice of countless men who came before her. She even killed those who pestered her way too much. On the other hand, she helped numerous orphans by providing them shelter, food, clothes, and even entertainment. However, she was called ' The Villainess Rose' due to her irresistible allureme

Awkward enough, I could surprisingly hear his heartbeat, almost like I had plugged earphones playing his heart beating in my ears. Then he let out a sigh which led to an immediate decrease in his breathing and his heart rate. "She…" he began again. "S-she had always loved blood-red roses." He stretched his hand and offered me the roses. "I don't know what flowers you like… or if you like flowers at all, but these flowers were what came into my mind, as they represent love and friendship, just like the person who had once admired them."

Surrounding it was a ring of tiny diamonds of the same high quality. It was simply stunning. This was something I had made myself. The pink diamond had been a gift from Benjamin—a token of his love—when we'd first gotten together. That day, when he confessed to me, he'd said, "My love for you is like this diamond—flawless, pure, unique, and irreplaceable." I was elated, and I smiled coyly. "You promised it's one of a kind. So, now that you've given it to me, you can't give one to anyone else."

They had grown wild and beautiful, their petals soft and fragrant. Rex stopped at a bush of deep red roses. "These were her favorites." I nodded, touching a petal. "She said red roses were for love." He touched a petal beside mine. "And white roses were for death." I looked at the white roses beside them, pure and delicate. "She said every garden needed both." He pulled me close. "And she was right." We sat on the bench. The sun was warm on our faces. The breeze was soft, carrying the scent of roses. The garden was alive with color and fragrance.

And I became deaf to the outer world. "A single rose, means I was in love at first sight of you." He showed me the red rose. My stomach is feeling ticklish. My knees are weakening, they are being jellies. And I think in no time I will lose balance. I can't take my eyes off of this gorgeous man in front of me. Smiling so sweetly and sincere. "Let's add one more rose," he gave me another red rose, "Six roses because I want to be yours." My heart skipped some beats. And I think I just forget how to breathe.

We decided to have some tea in the garden after breakfast and the boys were in Luke's study still working. "Your garden is huge. The flowers are so pretty!" Emily exclaimed. "This is what I like the most in this house. For me, the flowers symbolize different feelings or emotions. Red rose symbolizes love and passion. Dahlia for long lasting commitment. Red tulips for true love. Yellow Rose for friendship and joy. I've never thought I will have friends and a fiance at the same time. I've been struggling with my emotions for a long time. Honestly, I still feel the coldness of my heart. But I know with Luke and you guys, you'll be able to melt it." I told them what's been in my head for the pas

Red roses were for the living. Those who were still here. Those who remembered. Those who loved.