Frosted Rose

Frosted Rose

The Winter Rose
Its crystal glows
The diamonds in its necklace
The jewelled frame
Is much the same
From any suitor feeling reckless

In Crimson red
The flower bed
Those soft, felt sheets resplendent
No words cut much
As beauty’s touch
To kiss that lone defendant

Were Confidence
To feel her dress
On waves of silent hope
Or pluck her –
Fateful succour!
Melting life as they elope.

Tiara crowns
And velvet gowns
So wondrous to behold
A perfect time
Imperfect rhyme
When warmth can be so cold

Behold and see
That this must be
For much the greater good
Delight upon
Once seen, then gone
The better understood