We are soft in the frosty <br />winter; <br />we are gentle in the heated <br />summer; <br />we are quiet in the dallied <br />spring; <br />we are one in the fading <br />autumn. <br />Our bodies glow <br />with martyr's blood; <br />pure as the virgin on the <br />crumbling earth. <br />Love gives its name to our <br />delicate skin, <br />and you shed a tear <br />when our necks are handed <br />like confections.<br /><br />Ell Ell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/roses-116/
