Love and a red rose can't be hid.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose.
A single rose can be my garden... a single friend, my world.
Loveliest of lovely things are they on earth that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour is prized beyond the sculptured flower.
I can't have white roses. They symbolize death.
Age is like love, it cannot be hid.
Love planted a rose, and the world turned sweet.
Love is the flower you've got to let grow.
Love thou the rose, yet leave it on its stem.
Love and a cough cannot be hid.
I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.