The White Rose's purity,
lt is no charity.
Given to her with love,
As white as a dove.
He loves her back,
No matter what she may lack.
The rose he will cherish,
Never will it perish.
Accepted with grace,
As pretty as lace.
Loved with passion,
lt is its own fashion.
A black rose turned white,
Such a remarkable sight.
Shows the beauty in us all,
Shows when we didn't fall.
The white rose represents
The good in our sense
All our innocence,
Even after our defense.
The honesty it contains,
lt's white so pure.
The thorn causes pains.
But the beauty lure.
We lower our guard,
Thinking it's harmless.
The thorn so hard.
Creates a bloody mess.
Giving disgrace to the white rose.
We create trouble.
Thinking it's a temporary pose.
lt's never protected by a bubble.
When covered,
No one sees true beauty.
lt should be uncovered.
And do its duty.
Make her happy with it.
Make her smile.
Never leave her in a pit.
Walk her down the aisle,
While she clutches the white rose.
