The cold wind blows
In the white of the snow
catching a glimpse of you
walking like a china rose
I testify
To the heights of the sky
You I cannot let fly by
This china rose
The way she looks at me
With a certain prose
My heart glows
Her smile
Has made it all worthwhile
My China Rose
Peter LeBuhn
Peter LeBuhn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-china-rose/
