A Winter Rose

A Rose Bloomed Once,
A long time Ago,
Upon the rain of love,
Did this Rose grow.

Its smell so Sweet,
And color so bright,
That it shown,
and pierced the Dark night,

But Oh! Sweet tragedy,
That rose did die,
my soul lamenting to see it go,
but with great vigor, somthing else begain to take hold.

The winds did blow,
and my heart seemed froze,
like the little rose below.

The night did set,
and the moon thus rose,
its rays reflecting
of sweet purities snow.

How i longed to see that rose,
but purity has a way of protecting its own,
and i stopped and looked, and saw
purity had been protecting my own Rose.

So I must wait,
and settle my soul,
until spring, however long
To share my own, winter rose.