Innocent and pure is the White Rose.
A symbol of purity.
A virgin of pain and passion
Oh, so callow is this flower!
Delicate and young!
Without the knowledge of it's cousins,
the Red,
and Black Rose.
White is the rose as it stands before the golden sun,
swaying gently in the,
silent breeze.
It has no voice
It has no sin
A child among flowers
But still a flower,
we sometimes wish we were.
Wesley Mincin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-white-rose-9/
