A White Rose

Can you see it up on the top of the mountain?
She overlooks the valley so white and beautiful.
As the sun peaks the rose awakes the morning sun.
Wet with dew the sun bathes her with warm sunlight.
And she opens her petals so white the rose.
She sits and watches the earth come alive.
She is like your love that white rose.
She opens all her petals for all to see.
Just like your love surrounds me.