Oscar Wilde, so famous for his understanding, penned the incredible story of The Nightingale and the Rose which tells of a young boy who must acquire a gorgeous red rose in order to dance with the girl he loves. A nightingale, sensitive to his plight, searches and searches for one such rose to give him. Alas, she cannot find one and is told by a tree that she must give her heart’s blood by singing a sweet song until one of it’s thorns touches her heart as her chest swells in order to produce the luxurious red rose she desires.
Thinking that there is nothing higher than love, she accepts this fate as her own and dies for the birth of an incredible vibrant, plump, and impressive rose of a deep and romantic red hue. The turn of events gives one an opportunity to determine for himself what sacrifice is truly noble and the position of love in one’s existence…for that, it is worth checking out the short fairytale yourself. To Amazon we go. Either way, upon encountering such a description of roses…one cannot help but be in awe of their influence. What a remarkable muse the regal rose has been.