The White Rose

One white rose simple and true
A delicate creation of sweetness
Unlike the others, it portrays love as something fragile and new

Different from a red rose for it does not scream aloud
Yet, still equally perfect with a simple splash of love
The white rose is quiet, delicate and never poses to be a lion
But rather comes into your heart as gently as a dove

For some the white rose may not be as treasured as the red
They say it's not as fancy, not as passionate and simply less beautiful
I would be the lady to disagree
As i would much rather have the white instead

 It may seem that the red takes a higher place of realm by day
Yet, by night all of it's mystery dies and fades away
Leaving the truest one, the purest one to shine so bright
So much in fact that it lights up in the moonlight.

"When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long.  You may think that love is only for the lucky and the strong.  But just remember in the winter, far beneath the bitter snow, lies the seed that with the sun's love in the spring becomes...THE ROSE"