White Roses

A cycle of poems «I'll Be Waiting for You on the Shore»

In a garden where the sunlight plays,
Softly whispering the stories of our days,
There's a bloom, so pure, in the morning glow,
A symbol of the love that we both know.

White roses, in the gentle breeze,
Petals falling like our sweet memories.
Pure and bright, they'll forever glow,
In the heart's quiet garden, where our love will grow.

Every thorn speaks of moments we’ve faced,
But the beauty in the struggle can't be erased.
With every tear, we watered the ground,
Now the love we planted knows no bounds.

White roses, in the gentle breeze,
Petals falling like our sweet memories.
Pure and bright, they'll forever glow,
In the heart's quiet garden, where our love will grow.

Through the storms, we’ve weathered the night,
In the silence, I hold you tight.
Each white rose a promise, a vow so true,
With every breath, I’ll stand by you.

In twilight's embrace, we’ll watch them sway,
A dance of devotion, come what may.
With every petal that kisses the ground,
In this garden of love, harmony is found.

White roses, in the gentle breeze,
Petals falling like our sweet memories.
Pure and bright, they'll forever glow,
In the heart's quiet garden, where our love will grow.

So, let’s walk hand in hand through the dew-kissed morn,
With a love so tender, in a world reborn.
White roses blooming, forever to show,
In your eyes, my darling, I see them grow.