Craving the Rose

dark red rose, dew,She rivals his prized roses in beauty – long legs, lush lips, claret-coloured curls. Like any rose worthy of the name, she comes with thorns.

If she listened to her father, she would be his. However, she has made it known – in terms so vile they threatened to defile her exquisite beauty – that she will not yield to her father’s – and his own – wishes.

Is she worth his effort to de-thorn her? The next candidate on the list – not beautiful but demure. A shrinking violet may bloom under the tutelage of a stylist, yet a rose will always grow vicious thorns.

But he who dares not grasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose.

Anne Brontë

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