The rose, a symbol of love,
Such a symbol as the dove,
White is a symbol of purity,
An untainted sort of entity,
Love is a wonderful gift,
Our hearts is what it lift,
A companion is what we seek,
Without them we seem so meek,
Alone and forever in fear,
Alone and afraid shedding tears,
For what shall we be without our other half,
Not able to smile not able to laugh,
Crying alone never at peace,
This pain inside never to cease;
