Lost in fields of thorns and moments of foregiveness. . .
The first sign of love, the center stage of a song, an excuse for words. . a knight's prized possession.
No, they don't just belong in teabags and clay pots. Or in the glittering arms of a performer. You might think your scented pillow was soaked in their perfume.
Roses. They are stitched on to every surface of material these days. Sweaters have wire rose petals growing out of their pockets, and these romantic stems are plastered on to the most basic of blouses.
You can't get any more mystically Shakespeare or secret-garden than pairing rose with lace and tulle.
Turn away from the new hardware-style accessories for the time being.
Though the fashion industry has never been entirely sweet, the innocent summer nights have.
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