True love never dies.

It lasts foever.

From a beautiful youth to an even more Beautiful blessing of wisdom.
With stories behind every wrinkle and a love more pure than anything ever experienced,
and spines to defend the beauty of it all.
Its petals survived many battles
and its deepened, passionate color enfacises a love so strong that will live through centuries in fairy tale storie.
On to the wind its strength will persue the minds of the few that sitll do believe, that a love so strong still lives through the dust that runs through our lungs, the sand rubbing against the delicate, fiery flesh, and the everlasting breeze of the soft, smooth touch.
Therefore do compare your love to a rose for a rose doesn't die it just ages.