White Rose

White rose, white rose
What secrets do you hold?
True, your petals are white,
Pure as a cloud,
Never touched, nor stained
Like the crimson, scarlett roses.
Smooth, too, are your pure petals.
A symbol of beauty, a rose,
Romance,
Beauty,
Love,
Mystery.
Do you hold mystery, my

White rose, white rose,
What secrets do you hold?
You are green, lush and tall,
Well cared for I see.
No scarcness for you,
With dew dripping down, you shine.

White rose, white rose,
What secrets do you hold?
You have thorns,
Sharp tips that cut skin.
If you are so pure,
So strong,
So lush,
So beautiful,
So Innocent,
Why do you have harsh thorns
That hurts those who come close?

White rose, white rose,
What mysteries do you hold?