Sets
the way a sun sets and sighs
the softened lips after goodbyes
the painful way a sleeping dies
that's what I want to see
it's deeper than you've dreamt
so powerfully unkempt
alas it's state is tempt
a rose to that of three
white and yellow too
a red to follow you
and black alive it grew
as dark as nights rapport
the cheeks are named by one
"those rosie cheeks" by some
a gardened little one
the earliest of four
this shade is mine to clasp
I know it shouldn't last
I'll place in tempered glass
cut stem, as life, is stripped
for death will take it's place
an order as we trace
it's life to help us face
our own as end is gripped
and when the roses pass
I'll lend within me mass
to mourn such gentle lass
as nature has its peak
that softens every face
though flower is replaced
how can we but retrace
it's countenance to speak