A woman’s like a rose. If you treat her right, she’ll bloom. If you don’t she’ll wilt.
I never wanted someone to buy me roses; I wanted someone who’d plant them, knowing that I’d be around when the flowers blossomed.
We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.
Learn to love with all your heart and accept the unlovable side of others. For anyone can love a rose, but it takes a great heart to include the thorns.