On the sheet music we left atop the baby grand,
sat a leaden crystal vase with a single white rose,
losing its fragrantly luscious full bloom.

Perfect white petals with rose-tinged edges, silently
falling, one by one, from the drooping bloom landing
softly onto piano keys, one here, another there.

An aromatic fragrance of rose perfume, a sweet scent
lingering in the air, long after wild passions are tamed,
tousled sheets, a loving reminder of our pleasures spent.

The heavy scent permeating the room will last for many days,
long after blissfully vowing our undying love will forever burn
like the candles of eternal flame, our hearts are bound by love.

Forever and ever it will burn, long after the earth stands still.