“Roses”

We walked in delicate peacefulness

As we gazed up at the snow-filled sky

A little snowbird stood in the tree

He spread his wings and tried to fly

Blinded by excitement he could not see

The cold, cold death that awaited him

He took the jump, prepared to soar

And shattered on the forest floor

Your whisper broke the bitter silence

And frigid flakes fell from above

The dove laughed at your childish love

As salty tears froze on your cheeks

You brought me roses from the graveyard

And laid them there before my feet

You said, “I’ll love you ‘till the day I die and I pray you’ll go with me.”