Will he remember
The soft words he whispered
As we intertwined hands?

Will he remember
My name in the morning
When he wakes up?

Will he remember
The way he kissed my lips
The night before?

Or will he simply wake, turn in his bed, and fall asleep again?

As a rose catching sunlight.
Peachy petals run with veins of sweet cerise.
A coronet of flora, held fast with grips to beat the wind.
Hair glowing blonde, eternally growing.
She's sleeping silently.
She faced last season, laying tight through winter snows  
Beside her glassy casket, be placed a wicker basket, holding nothing but a missive destined for her long time lover.
Her prince would come, she knew he would.
Long time dead.
Visage of crystal sheen.

Her prince he wants to hold her close.
She the nearest to perfection.
Much too late to face rejection.
Longing to wait and watch her rest.

Sunlight catches the claret in his glass.
Feeds her face with colour.
Her cheeks begin to glow.

Winter left, the thaw began.
Lips bitten by the winter's chill, touched at last by lover's thrill.
Eyes developed springtime spark.

From his eyes, he wiped the tears and sighed.

Walked away, his chin between his heart shaped hands.
Heard a minute whimper, which soon became a sigh.
The sound of crying snatched his ears.

Her Lord.
He lifted the lid of her fragile coffin.
She sat up and smiled.
Looked into his eyes.
Unfurled her wings and left for the skies.
Ascended to Heaven.
Their final chance to say their goodbyes.
(c) Livvi