"Above the aroma of green that pervade's this waterway, I have captured the scent of the wild rose. It's fragrance reminds me of you as does the stubborn fortitude as it clings to the rugged stream side--it's roots just tickling the gentle lapping waves. The innocent beauty of silken petals protected by the sharpened thorns is but a token reminder of your strength and independance. One would risk the wound of abundant spikes but for one small breath of the beauty within. I would suffer the threat of mire to capture one fragile bloom to press against your palm, a testament of my love for you-the mother of my children, my best friend, indeed my wife. "
"I cast my damn tackle into this christly prickle bush."