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