This image reminds of a line from one of my favourite poems by Oriah. 'I want to know if you can see beauty. Even when it's not pretty everyday.' As a woman one always wonders what would happen to all the love you're showered with if you weren't beautiful/young anymore.
As Shakespeare once said, a rose by any other name would smell just as sweet, I also believe that a rose by any other colour, would look just as beautiful.
