Red and White Roses
A story told in roses, red and white;
Each fragrant bloom revealing a new page,
Of destined love, a battle against fate.
The maiden dancing in the lunar light,
Her spirit free from any earthly cage,
She is the rose of deepest velvet red.
Yet petals soft and purest white; her mate,
The rose of innocent dreams of delight,
That calls out in whispers of love and sage,
Such mysteries no man could ev’r relate
Unspoken words yet know all things are said
As nightingale sweetly sings romance’s tune,
No rose may know the path on which it’s led
But journeys on by the light of the moon.
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