She was a stunning one, wasn’t she?

Her skin just dripped of glory.

Behind her steps she left a trail of

many men adoring.

Her milky hands were as

fragile as tears,

she handled them like lace.

Her smile was radiant,

her laugh was contagious,

a sound that can’t be replaced.

But she kept to herself,

that graceful girl,

the lady who died in white.

In life she possessed such

unmatched beauty

even death to her is kind.