You offer a white rose.
In forgiveness,
My being receives the rose.
In the totality of the receiving,
The gift has been returned to you as well.
I give as I have received.
I give what I would like to receive.
You offer a white rose,
In an unforgiven state of mind,
I take the rose reluctantly,
My being receives the thorns first.
I return the thorns back to you.
I give as I have received.
I give what I would like to receive.
In the light of forgiveness,
The thorns are just mere shadows, easily dismissed.
The white rose is clearly seen.
In the darkness of an unforgiven mind,
The white rose has not been seen truly.
Only the thorns are felt in this blindness.
In the mutual remembrance of the thorns lies our prison.
In the mutual remembrance of the white rose lies our freedom.