THE red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips
There is something about white flowers in the garden that sings to my heart.
They just shine in the early morning light and also at sunset.
Recently I just had to set up tea under an arbor of white roses in my garden.
How I would have loved you joining me there.
Happy Memorial Day for those in the USA.
Have a totally delightful week.
