Roses of love

In a garden with flowers that bloom,
Two roses grew, one white, one red, like the sun at noon.
Each petal whispered secrets and tales quite old,
Their colors talked of love, a story to be told.

White and red, side by side they stood,
In this garden of love, everything felt good.
A story of love, pure and neat,
The white and red rose, a love story complete.

The white rose, so pure, like a snowflake's grace,
A symbol of innocence, love in a tender embrace.
Its petals soft, like a gentle sigh,
A love that's simple, reaching for the sky.

The red rose, fiery, full of deep desire,
A love so strong, like a burning fire.
Its petals bold, like a vibrant song,
A love that's fierce, forever strong.

White and red, side by side they stood,
In this garden of love, everything felt good.
A story of love, pure and neat,
The white and red rose, a love story complete.

In the garden, under the silvery moon,
Two roses danced, like a heartfelt tune.
Their colors mixed, a love tale spun,
In the embrace of the night and the sun.

Together they stood, love never-ending,
Their sweet scent in the air, love's message sending.
In this garden, their story unfurls,
The white and red rose, a love that swirls.

White and red, side by side they stood,
In this garden of love, everything felt good.
A story of love, pure and neat,
The white and red rose, a love story complete.

So let this story of two roses be known,
Of love, simple and pure, in every garden grown.
In every place, in every space,
May the white and red rose find their sweet embrace.