Flower

Lost in the storming of the north
someone warm up his own beloved
a feeble flower of the northNo one can hear their sos
but could someone ever care less,
of those two flowers grown in frozen grass?She was brighter than a star
he loved to watch the rain
and just like a trick of life
they departed in winterTwo frozen hearts sleep in the dust
bonded by time in tears and rust
in the darkest hall of winter lust