This is a story about one white rose.
That lies at the base of a cold dark stone.
Legend lends this poignant tale
Of a promise made that never fails.

And though it's been a very long time.
A rose still appears after each sunrise.
There are no names or even dates.
The stone stands alone by the old iron gate.

I've heard it said it's an undying love.
Or perhaps it's the angels from up above.
But there's another piece of this fabled tale.
About a rich man's daughter and young man I'll tell.

The story goes he was the Gardner’s son.
And her favorite rose was a pretty white one.
They wanted to marry but he was too poor.
So she lived in her castle until she was no more.

And if you wait until the end of day
The rose will slowly wilt and fade.
And on the stone you'll see the mark
Of a worn down spot in the shape of a heart.

Linda S.Burger