Suspended in time
Her beauty unchanged,
Soft porcelain skin
And lost mind insane.

The curse of the rose
Its deep crimson beauty,
Remembering a time
So long, long ago.

On the pillow beside her
They did lay them discreetly,
Forsaken she was greeted
Her lovers swiftly had fled.

All of her life spent
Abandoned, lost and alone,
Only the passion
The rose having shown.

It will slyly seduce you
Its beguiling scent flows,
But, always remember
The curse of the rose.

© 2009 Gretchen Steen