White Rose

You were named after a rose
You looked like a rose...
You smelled like one too
You even had a rose-like behavior.

A white rose, with a sweet fragrance
That naturally filled the space around you
A white smile, that seemed so innocent
Resembling a beautiful white rose petal

You moved with the wind
Slowly flowing around the world
You bent to the ice cold winter
And rose to the warmth of spring

A white rose, with shiny white petals
A white personality, like the early morning dew
You spread your purity like pollen spreads flowery life
You walked in liberty like nature gave you freedom

A white rose, with shiny white petals
A white rose, you turned out not to be
For right below your fragile petals
I felt the thorns of your lies cut deep into my skin

A white smile, but it was nothing more than a useless seed
Your sweet fragrance suddenly turned to a smell of death
You stood within the ice cold winter and strengthened your thorns
You slept in the warmth of spring but spared no rest for others

A white rose you surely have been
But a rose with thorns so strong I could no longer touch you
Farewell, my dear, thorny white rose
After all, your thorns never stopped me from loving you