"How come you love her, she hurt you" they asked.
I smiled knowingly as I said
"she is the wildest the most magnificent rose I have ever laid my eyes on.
And to admire it from up close, means to hold it in my hands and to do so is to let it's thorns bare into my skin, poisoning my blood tainting it in the sickest shades of desire till it brims my bones and pierces my heart with it's venom leaving it frozen, caging away the elysian hues of her petals as the sole thing in it."