A flower grows from beneath a blanket Of fine and purest white It reaches toward the sun for warmth, For heat and for the light
My love for you grows stronger still, Despite the surrounding cold My heart is yours, bartered gone For yours has it been sold
Its petals shine from morning dew Its stem grows stiff and strong It stands strong through the freezing cold It stands the winter long
MICKI3-MOUZ3 · Fri Nov 30, 2007 @ 02:35am · 0 Comments |