And when he left this world
All roses were in bloom.
It was the white one which was his favorite
And everytime I see a white rose in full bloom
I hope he knows,
I’m thinking
crying heart and smiling thoughts ,
of the one white rose that once was.
The one who blooms in spirit
In this rose lies everything that binds us.
This white rose always meant pure love.


Shell ✨🐚