“Like the garlic mustard in my garden and the roses on my fence, love has a funny way of blooming after years of being buried.”
“That corpse you planted last year in your garden,'Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?”
“The gardener uses both roses in the flowerbed and thorns in making fences.”
“Would women find vampires even sexier and more romantic if instead of fangs they had rose thorns? It’s thoughts like these I think of when digging in my garden, looking for my one true love (If only I could remember where I buried her!). ”
“Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?”
“love is like a blooming rose everyday it gets more Beauitfull”