Please, I ask that you suspend your disbelief and enter this enchanting proposition. Barriers lifted. I’d ask you to close your eyes so that you can imagine. This means of revealing my recommendations slowly unfurls as the most used resource for centuries past, and so, with great confidence, I impress this upon you.
Imagine languidly laying down and extending your arms around you, so that your arms are spread to the greatest extent. Your fingers slowly dig into the surface upon which you lay upon. Relax your entire self and breathe. Feel every single part of your being.
The scent that fills you is soft, sweet, and tender. Laced with the memories of youth, happiness…light existence. Your mind may travel into the depths of its sincerest desires. Everything that surrounds you is pure. This is the sensation of divinity.
If only we could bury ourselves in it. The aroma is captivating, what embraces you are the gentle petals of roses, so demure and enchanting. There is no bed more lavish than one composed of them.
So before we bid adieu, that is where she, the rose, is inviting you to. There is no fear necessary…what she offers is bliss and to be fulfilled…you would give the same to her, she knows it.
A unique and giving covenant of hope, prosperity, and charity. The love of caritas and amore. The exceptional, which is all that one such as yourself should seek, with all that vigor that holds to you, that is part of you.
Life bloom and unfolds mysteries whilst concealing many others. For her, you will always be one such bud, that will remain under gentle care. A violent prod, a shake that lacks understanding…and the equilibrium of life is upset. Hopefully, she stands there, waiting for not a moment too soon, maybe this tightly wound bud will open, release, contract, and bloom.
