The White Rose
Love is like a white rose
with gentle tender parts
slowly it unfolds
and develops in your heart
It’s beauty can’t be tamed
It’s as wild as the wind
words can never explain
the feelings held within
you could be cut by a thorn
and your heart would tend to bleed
sometimes it will be torn
But inside is always a new seed
There will always be a change
and yet it grows and grows
although it may seem strange
love is like a white rose.
