Friday, May 6, 2011

Red Riding Rose

There's a love, and I touched it. I try to pick it up, but love isn't about one heart that belongs to you. It's about sharing it with those who's in need. And this one, really gets a lot of need. And I can't understand it, at first.

At first.

But now, after months of walking throughout the jungle and forest, and seeing thousands of flowers, I know roses are red. And of all the reds, there is, you.