Stuart rose

Life moves on. It's a bit like having a row with your girlfriend; if you still love her you still love her,

Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, But which will bloom most constantly?

A relationship is like a rose, How long it lasts, no one knows. Love can erase an awful past, love can be yours, you'll see at last. To feel that love, it makes you sigh, To have it leave, you'd rather die. You hope you've found that special rose, 'cause you love and care for the one you chose.

To see love blossom, is like seeing a rose bud blossom into a rose.

What we're really dealing with is the success of our city. It's ironic if you think about it.