Rosa Della Morte
Love is the brightest pink of the purest pink rose
and the softest music played from afar.
Its taste is as sweet as chocolate-covered strawberries.
It smells like the air after a fresh rainstorm
and is as picturesque as the crimson sunset.
Love makes me feel warm.
Love is white, the color of religion and spirituality.
It sounds like doves' wings beating delicately against the breeze.