I walk through the glistening virgin snow <br />That covers the sorrow of autumn’s death <br />Where I find on a bush a frozen rose <br />Its beauty held ageless in winter’s breath <br /> <br />How I long to touch those petals again <br />Those moist velvet lips that promise such bliss <br />Opened in passion whispering my name <br />As I drift in dreams of a breathless kiss <br /> <br />Oh! To pluck this rose from the winter snow <br />And hold it closely to my aching heart <br />And free it from that ice so bitter cold <br />That now my love keeps you and me apart <br /> <br />But if I were to pluck this winter rose <br />Would all its petals fall upon the snow? <br /> <br /> ~~~~~<br /><br />Elaine George<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-winter-rose-a-sonnet/
