Look how beautiful death is

All men wept while lifeless beauty slept 
Crying; Nothing this ripe can survive nature’s tests 

Her beauty encased as to not go to waste 
Look how peacefully she rests 

White virgin lilies on skin just as bright 
Scattered round her breasts 

Never mind her despair, look at her hair!
Only death can make a maiden so fair! 

It must be preserved, untouched and observed
For no living woman could ever compare 

Of course, to honor, to remember, and love her 
Truly, a tragedy - now look at that beauty!