Maybe every man has had two such women, at least two. Married to a red rose, over time, the red becomes a mosquito blood stain on the wall, while the white remains "moonlight before the bed"; married to a white rose, the white becomes a grain of sticky rice on the clothes, while the red remains a cinnabar mole on the heart.
"The only thing that is truly powerful is the human spirit."
The poem is an act of the mind, not a transcription of the world.
The unknown is not to be feared but to be explored.