The only white rose in a field of red

She lays there,
her skin as pale
as snow,

Her clothes stained
crimson, rain falls
around her like tears
falling off the face
of the heartbroken
lover...

He lifts her body off
the stone cold ground,
standing there holding
her in his arms as the
rain runs down his face.

He buries her body in
a field of red roses.

He mourns for months on
end...wishing he could've
saved her..

He returns to her grave months
later...and in the middle of that
field, in the exact same spot where
he buried her, sat the only white
rose in the field...