Frost coats the rose-tinted stained glass windows like icing on a cake
Christmas will be here soon, but holiday spirit could never cure my heartache
Three months have passed since she vanished without a trace
Oh, what I wouldn't give if I could only see her face
We had been caught up in a toxic cycle of violence and perplexity
A tragic and bloody nightmare that strangely no else remembers but me
Sometimes I can't help but envy the blissful ignorance of my peers
Of course I'm far too proud to let them ever see my tears
My interest in other girls has evaporated
Everyone wonders why it's been so long since I've dated
No other girl could come close to her nobility and charm
Compared to her fiery spirit, everyone else is lukewarm
I had been told that she is still alive somewhere
And then she too disappeared into thin air
I should know better than to doubt the wisdom of a former Rose Bride
But I'm starting to suspect that she may have been misguided
Bored and restless out of my mind, I switch on the TV
I let out a gasp as a breaking news report startles me
"A child was rescued from a burning building by a mysterious protector"
"The child claims a young woman saved her, then faded away like a spectre"
"The hero wore a white military dress uniform and had flowing pink hair"
"She also smelled of sweet roses," the child had declared