A rose and a lady...

"compare or contrast? that is the ache i feel as i ponder upon this sight...the lady, and the flower....why, they are both lovely, yet fragile...born of sweet origin, and blooming, by the day and more by the night and into the eons of time....can i choose? my, i believe not, because each cannot be held with force, but treated with the ecstacy of softness, and to each there is fragrance attached, one of more meaning to me than the other..but i believe one should precede the next..so here i choose...for i am a man of advantage and with the lady i get both, for she is truly a lady, and yet a flower of life..."