By any other word would smell as sweet

It starts out very fairy-tale like, then ends like an article in a science journal.  So, then, what is it?  It is possibly a play on my biggest fear I've had since I reached puberty, which is getting pregnant by some supernatural force.  The rose, a passionate flower, is a symbol of blossoming virginity and erotic invitation; why else are they sprinkled in bedrooms or placed as a bush...haha, very funny...on the doctor's and his wife's wedding bed?  I feel there is no moral or message in the story, except maybe to uphold the stigma of the bastard child, but in a kinder light.  The rosebush daughter maintains the stigma of being the offspring of something that came and went; the reason she dies is because she IS a bastard child and cannot run away from who she really is.