The
Rose of Fire and Ice
She seems so unobtainable, standing clothed in her royal
grandeur.
She is so different, this rose of fire and ice, red and
white.
Perhaps.
Perhaps not.
She seems so smoldering, always fanning the fire deep
within her.
She is so hot, this rose of fire and ice, red and white.
True.
Very, very true.
She seems so unapproachable, forever rising in her
majestic beauty.
She is so refreshing, this rose of fire and ice, red and
white.
Maybe.
Maybe not..
She seems so desirable, constantly lighting joy in
anticipation of the fest.
She is so relaxing, this rose of fire and ice, red and
white.
Always.
Forever.
She seems so unbelievable, indulgently luxuriating in
the essence of truly living.
She is so enchanting, this rose of fire and ice, red and
white.
Sometimes.
Sometimes not.
She seems so lovable, endlessly expanding every moment
in its time.
She is so indescribable, this rose of fire and ice, red
and white.
Absolutely.
Definitively.
Marc W. George
June
21st, 1999
|