I still picture the roses in the ice
They haunt me still
And in my mind’s eye
I reach again for the soft petals
That shred with secret thorns
That face, that sad mysterious face.
A thousand years and as many tales told
Thinking I knew
But I will never ever know why he placed the roses in the ice…
May 2012
Love this. Very much x
Thank you – I love the ‘untold’ story hidden here… x