Brenda D. Priest
You sent me a white rose when we met.
For the white rose stood for a love pure and true.
But the petals of the rose has turned grey and fallen
Like your love for me
So send no more roses send only the thorns,
For that I will understand, I can hold close
To a heart battered and torn,
So send no more roses send only the thorns
My face will no longer glow