When roses aren't red and violets aren't blue that's when I'll stop loving you. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Spain is a million things, it’s lantanas and hibiscus, it’s roses that aren’t ashamed to split their skirts for love, rude flowers pushing out of their skins, and all-new vines hugging the old walls, new ascendency, shooting up into skies… — Lisa R. Spaar Copy Share Image
