8/6/1997

A Lesson In Love

In my hand I held a snowflake,
But with my heart I viewed a rose,
A rare, precious beauty,
A treasure to behold.

It shimmered like a diamond,
Shone more brilliantly than gold,
And with the warmth it brought my soul,
I never felt the cold...

But with a breath it began to melt,
Like a tear the water rolled,
I guess certain things were never meant to hold