Winter Sonata

Oh, my wondrous winter rose! I live to see you bloom in all your charming chilling grace. Awaiting your pearly presence to embellish my arctic stance stilled in mystic motion, where my frosted saccharine soul craves only your ethereal embrace to cast a spell of life. Although distance divulges myriad of yearnings in vacant vermillion veins, yet I am willing to weave scintillating seconds in a rosary of tears upon my eyelashes, till I see you glistening at the edge of every silver splashed storm. I long to press velvety warmth to your glacial glazed petals with my devoted touch, as I know how I can comfort pink pastels present somewhere deep in your snow-kissed soul. Lost and found in each other's gaze, you and I would tango upon twilight tinted tundras for winters to come. I dream of us together wrapped under the blanket of icy indigo nights, where our jasmine scented saga would hymn in our rhyming dewy breaths pouring in majestic monophony.