White roses of the night,
Lose not sharpness or bright;
Though dark are day themes,
Of some wishes and dreams.
You're pure in your flower,
In your sunshine and shower;
For love will not dry or die,
Though dim is the morn sky.
Words may be spoken,
And dreams from days broken;
But white you'll be and close,
You - beautiful white rose.
That pierces and then flares,
Dries those lonesome tears;
That are heartbroken or lost,
When a heart's crisscrossed.
White roses of the night,
I'll hold at my breast tight;
Till thorns will bleed my skin,
- Give me love again to win!
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'White Roses of the Night' is a beautiful poem. My 10 for it.