She was an angel roaming mid earth.
Her eyes were pearls,
Big round gorgeous,
Shining bright even putting the stars to shame.
Her smile was like a serene scene,
Bring happiness to anyone witnessing it.
He was among them
They met under a storm.
She was drenched in rain
And he was in love for her.
She sat there in the freezing cold,
As the driplest of rain made it harder,
For all he saw was her shivering even more.
The Red Rose was meant for a Rose,
That's what he always thought.
But seeing her shiver, he couldn't resist.
Taking the Red Eve Rose out which he had gotten for a later occasion,
He gave it to the angel,
"A Rose for a Rose ".
Indeed the Red Rose did its job
And he become witness to the cure of all,
Her Ecstatic Smile surrounded
By her rosiness.
But The ice cold weather had other plans.
The shivering came back with a resounding sound of dryness.
He felt the ice surging,
Did what he thought,
"Take this hand, it's warmer"
To the lady with the red rosy lips.
Her glow brigthened and the warmth when
their hands felt each other was more than enough to melt all the ice surrounding them.
Eventually he had realised,
"Her hair blew with the cold breeze,
As she strolled down the sidewalk,
Wrapped in clothes and fur,
With an Adorable Smile,
With the dimples,
Of her Red Rosy cheeks.
An angel hethought,
But
She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene"