Of Roses Red and White
Once upon a time, two lovers both quite young
Spent their days enchanted playing in the sun
The nights were spent entangled in passionate embrace
Hurrying the loving as if it were a race
Until one fateful day not too long ago
When the boy gave his lover a rose, because he did not know
That a rose so red was for passion and for lust
Still she held it to her heart and felt that it was just
She hadnt wanted to see the lust, and it filled her with some fear
Until suddenly, unwillingly she dropped a single frightened tear
Its weight upon the petals caused them to softly fall
Down they fell one by one till theyd fallen one and all
They fell into a glass, set beside her feet
Blood red rose petals, beautiful and sweet
She raised the glass to her lips and she softly blew
The petals turned to a soft white dove, who quickly, swiftly flew
Away and then back again, landing where it began
It landed as a snow white rose resting in her hand
The white rose was the innocence, for childrens all they were
The red rose was the passion that brought them where they were
Of roses red and white
Neithers wrong and neithers right
Together they are love and all it has to give
Together they are how young lovers think and live
They were married deep within the woods one night
Dressed in flower petals red and white
The preacher was a dove, the music was their laughter
And in these woods they lived happily ever after
June 1989
For Erik Weinhold
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