I walk through the glistening virgin snow

That covers the sorrow of autumn’s death

Where I find on a bush a frozen rose

Its beauty held ageless in  winter’s breath

How I long to touch those petals again

Those moist velvet lips that promise such bliss

Opened in a passion whispering my name 

As I drift in dreams of a breathless kiss

Oh! To pluck this rose from the winter snow 

And hold it closely to my aching heart

And free it from that ice so bitter cold 

That now my love keeps you and me apart

But if I were to pluck this winter rose

Would all its petals fall upon snow?