White Roses

It was a Sunday in September The day that I proposed. I gave you a diamond. And a single white rose.   Standing at the alter In a simple country church. Adorned with White Roses No longer would I search.   You made your way down the aisle In a flowing crimson gown With a bouquet of white roses. My tears were falling down.   The night of our first anniversary White roses did abound. With candlelight and champagne My heart began to pound.   Six months later as I held you I kissed you, and you smiled. I gave you a single white rose For the birth of our first child.