The girl who loved wilted roses
would watch them grow in grace
as if the heavens were watching
before death took its place.
Such beauty in the room
when the petals began to fall
the stem would grow limp
the most breath taking of all.
She would take the limp rose
and put it behind her ear
while adding a black dress
glimpses of beauty would appear.
Cutting her image
causing chaos in her veins
petals no longer bleeding
earths tears, pouring rain.
Now a risen angel
with grace she would soar
with that black dress
and wilted rose
she will love, forever more.