How to love a rose, plant a seed of trust, water it with kindness, feed it with affection, cut out the weed of hatred, anticipate everyday with full of desire. When the rose blooms, smell the sweet smell of passion, caress it gently, love each torn for it need flaws to be able to see its beauty.
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