
The delicate
perfection
can be seen
by all
as she walks
all alone
in the
monastery halls
She was only
eighteen
when she
fell in love
with a young
man
chosen from
above
They met
quite by chance
It was love
at first sight
It stirred
his feelings
Caused quite
a plight
He was a man
of God
What was he
to do
His mind,
all confused
With
feelings all so new
He paced the
floor for days
Then he was
found dead
A white rose
beside him
And a
good-bye note on his bed
Now Rose is
so overcome
with hurt
and unbelief
Tears
streaming to no end
What can she
do with her grief
I cannot
live without him
I've made up
my mind
He was the
only man for me
He was one
of a kind
The monks
see her often now
In her long
white gown
She looks
for him still
while appearing all around
There is a
certain sadness
You can see
in her blue eyes
She still
has a loneliness
As she waits
for his reply
The monks
pray for her soul
They see her
where ever she goes
Now and then
they shed a tear
as they pray
for *God's White Rose*

© Dede
Haas
10-05




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