Red roses...
Black roses...
They are the same as love...
Haven’t you ever wondered why a rose is a symbol of love when it always dies?
Does that mean love is a sweet nothing? Bitter sweet memories? A pain far ore worse than any worldly torture? A passing dream that slips into the eternal darkness of death? Perhaps...
When a rose first blooms, it is full of life with its lively shades of red. When love first begins, it’s full of passion and liveliness. That is when the passing dream begins...
As time goes slowly by, that rose begins to wither away and die. Each of its immaculate crimson petals wilts and falls away to oblivion.
Does love begin to fade away as lovers approach death every waking moment?
When the rose becomes black, it’s time for it to die - time for the passing dream to slip into an eternal abyss of darkness. The love perishes and is no more.
Is love then the roaring fire of passion extinguished? Is love something that dies in the end no matter what?
Why have a red rose symbolize love? Why not a black rose? Why, in the first place, is a rose a symbol of love when it always dies?