Winter Rose
A rose is as delicate as a snowflake.
It blossoms then wilts when it gets cold.
A single rose which lasts through the winters fire,
is a lovers chance to enhance their souls.
For if the love is true, the rose turns blue.
Of the love is not to be found,
the rose wilts onto the ground.
Copyright © Sarah Fraser | Year Posted 2006
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