"For all the things my hands have held, the best by far is you." - Andrew McMahon

The moment a red rose is passed from your lover’s hand to yours, it brings a breathless rush of anticipation. The delicately layered petals unfold like ripples of rich velvet. Your eyes linger on the brilliant highlights and deep shadows. The intoxicating fragrance exudes the essence of pure passion. You inhale the heady scent deep into your memory. Your lover’s hands are with yours and - though your knees are shaking - all is in perfect balance. Later, when the flower has withered and the fragrance has long faded, that incomparable encounter blossoms again and again each time you touch.