White Rose

A single white rose, softly drawn,
In quiet light of a newborn dawn.
Its petals hold a promise true,
A heart made clean, a love made new.

In silence, honor gently grows,
With deep respect the blossom shows
A loyal love, sincere and clear,
Pure in faith, revered and dear.

Gentle blooms with fragrance sweet
Yet secret thorns lie sharp, discreet
.From guarded bud, tightly pressed and shy,

Slowly unfurls beneath open sky.
Still rooted firm upon its stem,
The rose draws strength to bloom again.
In humble trust, it grows and thrives
By patient hand, kept alive.

When white roses, bound in grace, unite,
Unique blooms deepen the gathered light
Different dreams, yet one embrace,
Joined in trust, shared in grace.

No bloom diminished, none undone
Each wholly kept, yet woven one
Many facets, a shared design
Richer beauty, hearts align

 Still rooted fast to steady stem,
They draw the life that strengthens them.
In humble trust, they grow and thrive,
By patient hand, keep them alive.

Not by sight, but care unseen,
The Gardener tends what yet will be.