The White Rose Poem by Fredrick McDonald

the rose is a thing of beauty
never changes with time
only fades by the sun
i search for my love
with every dying breath
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I stand high on the mountain
looking in to a big vast meadow
searching for my one true love
to find rose is a great victory
the rose is unbreaking to the wind
bends from every breath of air
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she stands tall through it all
she stands in waiting
waiting for my voice in the wind to call
she is truly alone
one of a kind a pure white rose
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my true love my soulmate
sitting on the bluff a true red rose
we shall marry soon I 'll ask the bees
and the birds to carry my pollen
we can make our children from our love
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red and the white shall unite as one
just for the night or love will soar
through the wind of love
she will whisper I love you forever and always
I will say always and forever i'll love you
my single white rose