There was once a love story. Perhaps you remember it?
You can read it in this description, under the photo of Rake and Rose,
It went like this:
Rake and Rose are in love. You can tell, can’t you, by the way they shyly pretend they don’t see each other. It’s so hard for them, coming from such different backgrounds. Will Rake wake up one morning and leap over the abyss that separates them? Will Rose go out on a limb? Or will they be doomed to a lifetime of sighs and wishes, till petals fall and tines rust…
Now, a year later, here is Rake in the garden, keeping an eye on thir beautiful daughter as she rolls about, delighted with life, pink with pleasure.