Circular orbs feverish with glint, <br />blesséd blue and a pinprick of black, <br />Small details across from me <br />over the coffin in which she lies. <br />Her mother never liked me much. <br />Now, she's just as stiff and cold. <br />One petal, from one rose, <br />one petal. <br />Red as purity, white as lust, <br />black as the everblooming night.<br /><br />Paige Nielsen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-day-my-beloved-hath-died/
