It is said that the rose bush grew thorns to protect its flowers from fools. This is not so.
The bush wished to be admired for its tenacity, its instinct for survival, its breeding and sharp intuition. And so it grew roses to draw an audience.
Some say that it is the beauty in us that cannot resist its twin in the rose and, much like the feline species, the rose had tricked people into caring for them.
Yet, what makes the rose hold our gaze?
The beauty of the rose lies in the way that it enfolds its secret desires within layers of petals. Once you pry them open, the rose begins to die.