My love is like a rose divided into two, the leaves I give to others, but the rose I give to you.
Even if love is full of thorns, I'd still embrace it for I know that in between those thorns, there is a rose that's worth all the pain.

If love were what the rose is,
And I were like the leaf,
Our love would grow together,
In sad or sighing weather.

A rose is a symbol of my love for you. Its petals shine in beauty, its thorn show its pain.
Long live the rose that grew from the concrete when no one else ever cared.
Just remember, during the winter, far beneath the bitter snow, that there's a seed that with the sun's love in the spring becomes a rose."
Why does a rose represent love.....when a rose always dies?"
The rose speaks of love silently, in a language known only to the heart."