She, I see a blood red rose among a forest of thorns.

She, There's a river of light it flows through darkness seas.

She, I read a poem so sweet, it lay in her womb.

She, First seen in a dream now I see she is real.

She, her eyes like welcoming windows into her thoughts.

                             Have you ever seen beauty on a Mid-winters day.

                                                      I know I have.


                                                             She
The kind of beauty that glitters from the stars
               and the moons there too.

                                                             She
My Blood i'd gladly spill just to know her name
              but it's not been spilt before.

                                                             She
Her beauty immaculate in this winter rain
              and it will be when the summer comes too.

                                                             She