Racing Hearts Go!

Rose in the Snow

Under mounds of snow
a red rose blossoms,
love that we cling to
through persistent winter.
Seasons have slipped by;
our treasured rose remains,
desires burning flame.
Time is abandoned but
not the constant allure.
Are we love's buffoons?
We are each others' passion;
frolicking in this distraction,
under an endless spell.
Reasons to relinquish
lie around our ankles,
amassed like snowbanks,
white as angels' wings.
Evening approaches;
the rose still blooms
and heaven is amused
by our unflagging folly.