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Rose of winter; fair and dusky skinned,
Affectionately pampered, tenderly nurtured.
Shying from all but him; her guardian, her keeper,
She bloomed into full womanliness.

And then he disappeared, never to be seen,
And his scent faded into nothingness.
Parched and abandoned, she dried up,
Drooping lower with the ticking of the clock.

Till a stray drop one day fell; a reminder of life and love.
Stretching forth to seek out the source,
To discover a steady stream flowing unchecked,
Greedily swallowing every drop,
She rose to meet the sun.