To live forever, as they say, 
First life must fade, then slip away.
To bloom in verse as whispered name, 
Girl must be sleeping in a frame.
A doll's repose, a perfect face
A beauty time can not erase
Like photos faded, dark and deep,
Where secrets lie and shadows sleep
Long languid limbs, a rigid curve
No worldly worry left to serve
A sharpened nose, eyes sunken set,
A private world i can't forget
Surrounded by the things she loved
A silent veil hangs from above
Hands pale and still with saintly grace,
Lost in a dream this sacred place
"I see myself, both here and there
A viewer and a thing of prayer
A poet's muse, an abstract rhyme
Forever young, untouched by time
To truly last beyond the years
Perhaps a soul must face its fears
And fade away, to then become
A work of art, forever numb"
A fulfilled wish for porcelain skin,
Untouched by life, untouched by sin
No touch of age, no touch of fear,
Just stillness held, year after year
Unreachable, a silent queen
Surrounded by what lies between
The world outside and slumber deep
Where favorite things their vigil keep
Blue veins like saint's, through dainty lace
She sees within and outer space
A poet's muse, a timeless art
To be admired from afar
To be perfection, pure and cold
Behind the glass sight to behold
To be immortal, understand,
One must first leave this mortal land