My Rose of Winter
thank heaven she's found me
My Rose of Winter
In love she strikes like venom
This girl she walks like denim
Rapt and strong
When winds blow wrong
She’s got to be the rose in winter
She wraps her grace around me
I thank heaven she’s found me
I watch her face
There’s not a trace
Of phoniness and fake boundaries
When the night is unwinding
The moon just lamely lining
If she don’t sleep
The stars grow weak
Throwing shadows at her shining
I dearly love to see her
I truly love to be there
When wolves that growl
Must face her smile
Then retreat most ungraciously
About the Creator
Charles Turner
My work is based on who I am now and have been in the past. It is based on a lifetime of reading. Autobiography, standard fiction, sci/fi, fantasy, westerns. I plan to put together a collection of short stories to publish via Amazon.
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