My Rose. Sweet Rose!

Her beauty,
lovely
And ever so
Radiant
with
Golden undertones
Silky to touch
And
Beautiful to the naked eye.
Her skin would appear to sparkle, at times under the star-kissed moonlight.
Rose always wore a smile, that lasted
For days.
Until now.
She was unable to do so on this day
And so,
I had for the very last
Time.
Her smile had grown weathered, yet cloying.
However, fragile
That of a delicate flower
On a breezy day.
My, Rose will always be,
A beauty of perpetual finding as well as
A Timeless, extraordinary woman.
I will not ever forget Sweet Rose.
Her aroma
Soo exquisite
To the deepest of my senses
With her favorite rose-scented oil
A mixture of rose and a hint of lavender
That she placed
Ever so delicately on both wrists
As well as the nape of her neck
Her fingers
Were slightly calloused however soft to touch
She enjoyed planting flowers and by
Professionally, she was a pianist.

My Rose. Sweet Rose.
You will forever be my
Ageless beauty

My always and forevermore, Dear LOVE.

With tenderness and her last bit of strength
She grasps my hand
Not letting go
With time
She smiles
Her grasp loosens
She takes one last breath
There she lies peacefully

She will forever be
My Timeless Rose
My Rose. Sweet Rose!

Her beauty,
lovely
And ever so
Radiant
with
Golden undertones
Silky to touch
And
Beautiful to the naked eye.
Her skin would appear to sparkle, at times under the star-kissed moonlight.
Rose always wore a smile, that lasted
For days.
Until now.
She was unable to do so on this day
And so,
I had for the very last
Time.
Her smile had grown weathered, yet cloying.
However, fragile
That of a delicate flower
On a breezy day.
My, Rose will always be,
A beauty of perpetual finding as well as
A Timeless, extraordinary woman.
I will not ever forget Sweet Rose.
Her aroma
Soo exquisite
To the deepest of my senses
With her favorite rose-scented oil
A mixture of rose and a hint of lavender
That she placed
Ever so delicately on both wrists
As well as the nape of her neck
Her fingers
Were slightly calloused however soft to touch
She enjoyed planting flowers and by
Professionally, she was a pianist.

My Rose. Sweet Rose.
You will forever be my
Ageless beauty

My always and forevermore, Dear LOVE.

With tenderness and her last bit of strength
She grasps my hand
Not letting go
With time
She smiles
Her grasp loosens
She takes one last breath
There she lies peacefully

She will forever be
My Timeless Rose