Roses Falling Like Rain
Roses are falling like raindrops, filling the air with their gentle and beautiful fragrance. They move me, make me want to sing, to dance, they make me feel love for beautiful things. It is a feeling like no other, the feeling that the roses give to me. I feel pure, loved, and helpless before its’ beauteous love. I am entranced by the sight of the roses that fall like rain.
The roses float toward me, gently brushing against my face, leaving their kisses behind. It feels like the touch of an angel, the embrace of a princess. It feels like love, for what else could it be? This power is uncontrollable, and I like it that way. It caresses me, enjoys my presence, and returns my love.
I see this magical power of love every day that I am alive. I see the power of love blossoming into a beautiful rose, soon to join the others in their fragrant enchantment. A rose for every time I feel this love, feel this joy. A rose for every time I said ‘I love you’ to her. A rose for every ounce of joy that she gives me. A rose for everyday that I go on living with her love.
