The prettier the flower

The more often it gets plucked.

The finest roses

Have the sharpest thorns

This is how bleeding leads to beauty

For beauty does not come without sacrifice

Does not come without pain

Does not come without awe and attention.

No matter how distant the admirer may be.

The prettier the flower

The more often it gets plucked.

The more often it slowly wilts and dies

And the more, it’s slow decay

Makes it all the more beautiful.