White Rose, Red Rose Poem by Agatha Eliza

Join me when the flowers sear
in the midst of fall,
at the ruins of long lost glory to
take again their toll:
Of love..Of dream..Of lore.
My handsome knight, all cloaked in blood,
our secret has been kept untold,
for cenuries, and yet to come.
' I fell for thee..
I love you more!
you're everything to me now-
my white rose, my red rose.'
We can't break what destiny had sealed,
all written in the clouds that yield
your noble kin all brought on shield.
the coat of arms..
the battlecry!
all shattered by the sword that flied.
Can you not hear me,
in the whispers of the ancient trees? !
Am I condemned to breeze alone
and cry my heart out all along
besides the cross of a tombstone?
The time has come for you to see:
the red rose is meant for you,
as i keep the white one just for me.
' Farewell, my lady ' he said to me
long before wandering throughout eternity-
' You'll always be the one I love
my precious white rose,
my red rose'.