White rose singing in the garden
With butterflies; nothing's a burden
Happy she was in her home
Until red roses come out of her lone
Happiness, desires arouses
For with them she met amuses
Ways, means it gathered,
Ignoring things that could bothered
Happy she was; found that thing
Always been together in everything
The same in culture,
But different in nature
White rose started to pale
By insisting her nature; she fail
White rose can't you accept?
Your forever be white so don't expect
White is thy valid nature,
Never be red; forever in future
White rose its the truth
Accept it with all your worth
White rose haven't you guide your heart?
They're not worth it; you'll get hurt
White rose try not to insist
Red and white, never be on a gist
White rose, look at this day,
They left and went astray
Leaving you casualty,
Is somehow they did usually
White rose don't cry,
You'll forget them by and by
White rose its the truth
You can't hold a person by your worth
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