Let not your heart be as inconstant
as the fragile rose,
whose gaudy show is short flamboyance lived,
but armor it with loyalty and love
to best withstand the harsh and bitter blasts
of winter’s disappointments.
No matter its appearance outwardly,
what’s carried deep within is what I treasure.
You need not wear it
as a proof of vain affection on your sleeve,
but rather open it to me when I most need it.
Then I will know it slumbers safe inside you,
mine and mine alone to nurture and enjoy,
and that is all I ever need to know.
© 2013 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved
The true constancy of love.