Pink Rose

"princess, you don't give the rose the poison that kills, the soul of flower is fragile with silk crown. it can cope with the subtlety of nature, and it isn't radically vitiated by being founded on hastily and inaccurately abstracted notions of things. he is tired of facing the worldly kingdom beside you. a princess who likes personal tenderness also because a human who has no ambition, sleepy in the tranquility of a flower garden. but dome bells actually compose my rhyme, a letter buried under the ground of a rose tree reminiscent of deep purple"