An Epitaph For My Dearest

Never before had I beheld such beauty
And the whole world's sentiment agreed with me.
Such purity, such grace, a flower reaching full bloom,
Planted in a field of stone, in a mausoleum tomb.
A violent disregard for newly made plans;
The only thing that will ever matter taken from my hands.
Laid on a slab of stone in your virgin white,
I long to see you still every night.
I pray that I won't forget the way you look
After your interment, forget all you took
The day your eyes glazed, with your mouth agape,
The same day my heart felt the rape
Of a love so strong, yet so brief,
Replaced by the horror of supreme grief.
But it's strange how your beauty did fail
To shine as bright as now in your funerary veil.
Underneath, a picture of simple peace;
With no more worries, your delicate features won't ever crease.
And as I clutch you to my chest,
My wish to die daily confessed,
So young, yet I could never love again:
When I vowed to love to the end
I meant to the end of time,
Not the end of yours or mine.
Haunted, I wish I could take your place,
Because in every woman I see your face.