White RoseA white rose,LipsNot yet stained in red.WithEyes unaccustomedTo the sun.StandingOn the edge Of The world.A white rose,SingingA song on muted lips.OfLong ago when The world was young.DancingWith the windInHer hair.A white rose,BentBy a storm.WithA kiss onHer painted lips.CryingWith the rainOnHer face.A white rose,GrowingAmong the rocks.WithRoots asDeep as the sea.AndLove asBigAs the sky.A white rose.
i could hug her >^<