White Roses Of The Night Poem by Peter S. Quinn

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!