Winter's Sleeping Rose

White as snow pure as a dove. The veil of life is covered with love. Her lips frozen to hand's welcomed charms. The icy river flowed across her mind with opened arms. Together the breath of silence, wind, and stars. Laughter to the moon I am round, a soft tongue. Skin of pure cotton butterfly wings crashed to thunder's mar and space. Inside a jar is that beauty through the winter shade? Leaves marry to virgin's soul weeping creative tones of rapture's spring. Dear quiet fairy cross cheeks burned the midnight cat walk. What is birth of a lonely feather's dying cry when love has wings and has no ground to fly? Steep river rolling lover's cloth of time. White as heaven clouds of trust. Lips kissed the quiet time bodies felt moist with rain's misty morning dew. Capturing the midnight grace. Heartless carrying case with no destination to call. One's own life is an empty void only secrets to disown and be beautiful, sleep velvet rose. Colors soft. A reaction plump the shave of the tree and plant your life. Leave a hole embraced to willow sweet hummingbird's pillow for the white angel's head to rest. Sleep, Sleep, Sleep, Sleep, Sleep.