My Rose of Winter

In love she strikes like venom
This girl she walks like denim
Rapt and strong
When winds blow wrong
She’s got to be the rose in winter

She wraps her grace around me
I thank heaven she’s found me
I watch her face
There’s not a trace 
Of phoniness and fake boundaries 

When the night is unwinding
The moon just lamely lining
If she don’t sleep
The stars grow weak
Throwing shadows at her shining

I dearly love to see her
I truly love to be there
When wolves that growl
Must face her smile
Then retreat most ungraciously