A White Rose
The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.


But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.



True love

True love is a sacred flame
That burns eternally,
And none can dim its special glow
Or change its destiny.
True love speaks in tender tones
And hears with gentle ear,
True love gives with open heart
And true love conquers fear.
True love makes no harsh demands
It neither rules nor binds,
And true love holds with gentle hands
The hearts that it entwines.




A Single Red Rose


A single red rose you would bring me,
Its significance was always very clear to see.
A single red rose, for a single love,
A love over the years we both grew to be so proud of.


Music and moments only we could share,
The love I had longed for long ago filled by my prayer.
Of a woman who i could hold and love forever,
Always beside me no matter the weather.


Through the good times and bad times to always be there,
No love like ours, there would be none to compare.
No one would come between us or tear us apart,
This was true love right from the start.



When you came along this dream of mine,
You brought with you a love I had always hoped to find.
Every time you came over to see me,
In your hand another single red rose for me to see.



Over the years those lovely visions still come to my mind,
Of our two hearts now together entwined.
Sealed by a single red rose brought by my true love,
A love sent long ago to me from heaven above.