White Rose






tiny drops of dew gathering in the soft moonlight,

moistening her tender petals of ivory, so sensitive

and fragile, standing alone, unprotected yet unscathed,

swaying ever so gently against natures soft breath,

waiting to be plucked and cherished,

fear not the thorns as they guard her and keep her safe,

draw her close & take in the sweet aroma of her birth,

feel the gentle caress of her silken petals against Your lips,

gaze upon her subtle beauty as she blossoms in Your light,

for she will forever be....

Your white rose