On the second day he came with a single red rose He said: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?" I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed "If I show you the roses will you follow?"
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief As I kissed her goodbye, I said, "All beauty must die" And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
I would have to say you and colors get along very well together I love the arrangement. The soft hair and arms initially drew me to it...and I got so much more, nice . Some day I will produce work like this.