Haunted Beauties

May thy heart live forever,

Thy beauty untouched by time,

A flame of passion undying,

Even past the ends of time.

Ever knowing,

Ever showing a heart spun of lace and gold,

Returned by stiff ignorance and a heart a glacier cold.

Who knows how long the cycle runs,

If indeed it ends,

True love and inspiration there would surly blend.

A pallet of tears and memories,

That’s how this story ends,

To paint a story spanning ages,

Of the Garden we do tend