You stole my heart with a single white rose;
Wanting, believing, while feeling the lies;
Promises made that could never be kept;
Hidden in secret, my heart slowly dies.
The white rose, eternal, undying love;
The color of doves, spreading their wings to fly;
Pure in its meaning radiating like angels glowing;
Snow freshly fallen to blanket the icy riverside.
Love, conditional, not allowed to grow;
A lie so gentle, felt clear to my soul;
The falseness, the lies, the betrayal the white rose knows not;
And when you leave it weakens my control, rips apart my soul.
Forever embedded, frozen in time the image of lies.
About the Creator
Deanne Jensen
I love to write. The one thing I don't like writing about is myself, ironic because that seems to be the one thing I do write about. I'm 53 and married for last time. I walk for stress release. I love Matchbox 20 the music fits me.
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