I remember…
…slow dancing in public for the first time and everyone being envious of how much in love we were.

A White Rose” by John Boyle O-Reilly 1844 – 1890
The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
Oh, 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.