The choice Tho hard upon it all She knew the choice was made. Her mind screamed freedoms yet unclaimed
The red Rose called in vein. She reached for it, it pierced her hand was it truly not for her. Thur tear stained eyes she
felt the pain. Now she understands. The red Rose was illusion it was not what she sought.Its freedoms were but false dreams,
For those she always fought.
The White Rose was her answer its allure was subtle at its best It did not demand in presence. It shone
above the rest. She slowly reached out to it. Fear her only friend. She touched the White she felt at peace, She fell upon
the sand. Tears of joy streamed down her face.She finally had come home She kissed his feet in worship.She offered up her
soul. She knew the choice was right for her. Of this she has no doubt. She hopes he'll hear her out. Her heart now pounding
in her ears, As she kneels upon the sand She offers up the white Rose hopes he takes command.
She only hopes he'll understand.How hard the choice to make. Tho in her heart it was no choice. Her mind had
fought to command. But to the One, she can't denie. Her future is with him. The answer lies within the White.,that lies within
her hand. She bows her head. She lifts her hand, she holds her breathe in vein. Minutes seems like hours she thinks she'll
go insane. This poem ends here it has no end. For it ha truly just begun. For in the Hand of the One the future is His to
command. Will he take the offered Rose. Or will he walk away.
