Love is a rose.



Love is beautiful like the flower rose which comes in hues of red, pink, yellow, white and sometimes black. Love too has different shades but still it is beautiful in all it forms.
Rose comes with thorns and like roses love comes with expectations, no matter how beautiful the rose is until and unless we do not remove the thorns out of the rose we will never be able to touch it and take its complete fragrance , similarly no matter how beautiful the love is but until and unless we do not remove the expectations out of love we will never be able to experience the purest form of it.

Sneha

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