My Winter Rose
The sun still shines, but not as when she’s near,
The songbirds sing, but not as cheerfully,
While in my eye an ever present tear,
Reminds me that she’s ever kept from me.
These arms that feel the emptiness of loss,
Must ache until her warmth provides their rest.
This soul must pine till love struck paths may cross,
And once again her lips to mine are pressed.
My love is like the sweetest winter rose,
That blooms despite a freshly fallen snow.
Her effervescent beauty glows and grows,
And changes every heart she comes to know.
Return my rose, my spirit to revive,
For in your love alone am I alive.