Floral cloak.

Like ivy bridged it was to heaven 
and in a shroud of lillies white
took what's left of love and gave it
None nor little fight

So where the gates lay roses
those pretty thorns to pierce the skin
Drops of ivory and of silver tears
Mingled with his sin

forgiveness and no boundaries 
She lay with floral cloak to air
In silent winter he had left her there

Love lay down with roselt eyes
Foreclosed before the morning light
he was absent from the scene 
And far from heavens sight.