I walk through the glistening ****** snow That covers the sorrow of autumn’s death Where I find on a bush a frozen rose Its beauty held ageless in winter’s breath
How I long to touch those petals again Those moist velvet lips that promise such bliss Opened in passion whispering my name As I drift in dreams of a breathless kiss
Oh! To pluck this rose from the winter snow And hold it closely to my aching heart And free it from that ice so bitter cold That now my love keeps you and me apart
But if I were to pluck this winter rose Would all its petals fall upon the snow?
This was written for me by someone who I treasured dear to me. I guess the petals did fall...