Purest Petal

In a garden of dreams, where love's sweet fragrance flows,
There stands a symbol of purity, the white rose it bestows.
With petals like snowflakes, in moonlight they repose,
A story of grace and beauty, the white rose, it knows.

Oh, the white rose, a bloom so fair,
In its gentle whispers, secrets it'll share.
Innocence and love, in every petal's prose,
A timeless tale of longing, the white rose it shows.

Amidst the thorns of life, it stands there so bold,
A beacon of hope and peace, in stories yet untold.
Each petal a page, a chapter to compose,
In the heart's silent garden, the white rose it grows.

Oh, the white rose, a bloom so fair,
In its gentle whispers, secrets it'll share.
Innocence and love, in every petal's prose,
A timeless tale of longing, the white rose it shows.

With every dawn's first light, it opens to the sky,
A symbol of devotion, where true love does lie.
In every fleeting moment, in life's ebbs and flows,
It speaks of endless love, the white rose it shows.

Through seasons of change, in the face of stormy weather,
The white rose endures, forever and ever.
A symbol of remembrance, in love that never goes,
In the tapestry of time, the white rose it sews.

Oh, the white rose, a bloom so fair,
In its gentle whispers, secrets it'll share.
Innocence and love, in every petal's prose,
A timeless tale of longing, the white rose it shows.

In a world that's often gray, the white rose stands alone,
A symbol of purity and love, in every heart it's known.
So let us cherish its beauty, as its story, we compose,
In the ballad of our lives, the white rose forever glows.