On a hill in the Tepeyac Desert
Juan met her in amazement
It was a cold night in December
He would forever remember
Along with millions throughout the centuries to come
She wore a blue-green yellow-starred mantle
Hands clasped in front of her
Dress made of red and gold -loosly flowing
Green leaf-like designs showing
From her neck to her toes
A soft light surrounded her
Like warm summertime-sun rays
It shone three feet out to share
Roses surrounding her in the air
Bringing a soft-sweet scent of divine-aroma
To be infamously called “Queen of Mexico”
Her royal love for all
Requested of him to build there a church
For all people who come in search
Thus came the winter rose that day