She stands rooted in the haunting cold,
With an icy stare and fears untold.
She protects her frozen heart fiercely,
For its a heart that's been hurt once too many.
She once bloomed with daffodils and roses,
To the touch of love and to tenderness, her only weakness.
She was full of life, steady and strong,
Her heart and mind were open for all that came along.
She has far too many stitches now,
And she never lets her guard down.
She remains with a heart frozen and gated,
For soon leaves withered leaving her bare and naked.
She will bloom once again with daffodils and roses,
This time to the touch of her own passion, with no weakness.
She has a red fiery soul and the flame is intense,
Her heart and mind will open for herself and for no one else.