Have you ever loved a rose,
And watched her slowly bloom;
And as her petals would unfold,
You grew drunk on her perfume.

Have you ever seen her dance,
Her leaves all wet with dew;
And quivered with a new romance—
The wind, he loved her too.

Have you ever longed for her,
On nights that go on and on;
For now, her face is all a blur,
Like a memory kept too long.

Have you ever loved a rose,
And bled against her thorns;
And swear each night to let her go,
Then love her more by dawn.

Words by Lang Leav

Photographer: Andy Go
Model & Styling: Alina Avkhadieva