The world is large, when its weary leagues two loving hearts divide; But the world is small, when your enemy is loose on the other side.
John Boyle O'Reilly - 1844-1890
The White Rose
The red rose whispers of passion, And the white rose breathes of love; O, the red rose is a falcon, And the white rose is a dove. But I send you a cream-white rosebud With a flush on its petal tips; For the love that is purest and sweetest Has a kiss of desire on the lips.