The most pristine and ravashing red rose,
Subtly smiled at lip's corner; visions arose,
Of nights embedded in the eyes of stars alone.
The love in her heart, each moment has grown,
Never lost in visions, pushed away, or forgotten,
That enclosed her heart in dreams misbegotten.
Denied from reach, he forever remained;
No reason given, all seemed unexplained.
Her tears slid across her cheek as dew
Across petal flows, softly fragrant and new.
If she closed her eyes she could only see,
Future's untold or how they could truly be
Together forever. If only time would erase
The scars, the pain that gave such chase.
Tormenting her every charm and grace, if only
Fatal memories would die, nevermore lonely,
But her fairy tale had ended, only in bitter sham;
She remained to herself, retaining inner bedlam
The tears would stop, the glow would return,
To her satiny skin, now etched with concern.
As she slipped her graceful fingers around
The handle of delicate knife and then abound
In thoughts with fragile feeling, trying to believe
That it was the only way to now retrieve
Him from his grave now so far down in earth below.
If only she could ask him once more, if he did know,
That love is eternal, and once ensnared,
The fated lovers will have always declared,
Their vows and hopes and dreams once shared.
