The White Rose.

White Rose

In the storm
Stands the white rose
tumultuous waves
of destruction abound her

Yet tall is the white rose
strong in the face
Of the sensed doom around her
And she does not bow down

Pure is the white rose
In the compost earth
growing eternal strength
in the nights that so hurt

I see not the white rose
She is so far away
But I long to protect her
But only the words can I say

So I send her my words
And my poets heart
To help her when
there is hope to see her through

Be Strong little flower
Your heart will guide true
And as long as you want
I will always talk to you

by Walter Poe

Hi everyone

I hope this blip is ok for you tonight, these roses were of my partner for valentines day i love how pure they look.

And thankyou for always popping by my Journal, this is my first real try at flowers like this so hope its ok. Children are bathed and will soon be in bed so mummy can watch Master Chef lol.

Hope your all having a great week.

Vicky. xxx