Meaning: Love, sacrifice, beauty that wounds and endures

The rose is no less sacred for its thorn.
This feast honors the beauty that costs—the love that scars, yet stays.
To bleed for what is holy is not weakness, but vow.

Place a rose or a symbol of beauty where you can see it.
Say aloud what it has cost you.
Let that cost become sanctified.

Today, write a letter of love—not to charm, but to confess.
Say what is hard to say.
And do not erase the pain—it is part of the bloom.

At dusk, burn a single petal.
Let the scent rise like prayer.
Say: “I loved, and I was changed.”