Iced To Blue

Their love was like a golden grain of sand that slowly turns into a precious pearl; it was the debut of a butterfly whose bold resplendent wings with pride unfurl. And like the perfect petals of a rose that shyly unveils all her inner charm, their love was slow to blossom but so strong they never guessed a storm could do them harm. But there is nothing surer in this world than knowing every rose must bloom then die, unless it is the certainty of this: true love cannot be based upon a lie. She trusted every word her lover told and never once believed he was not true. The truth stole all the colour from the bloom; now like her heart, the rose has iced to blue.