Winter Rose Ii A Love Story Poem by Dolores Parsons

As special as a rose of red, that bloomed despite the frost
Is the man for whom the red rose bloomed
Without one, the other was lost.

When first these two souls chanced to meet
The rose was just a bud,
The man was but a boy, a child,
Unsure of how to love.

But with the gentlest of trembling hands
He held the rose with care
And gazed in silent wonder
At the beauty he found there

For no matter how cold the winter winds
Nor dark the blackness of night
He had only to turn to the Winter Rose
And all the world seemed right

And although the rose no longer grows
In the presence of the man
Her everlasting love will be
Forever at his hand

For he has only but to close his eyes
And open his heart to see
That, in him, her loving light will shine
For all enernity