she knew...then but now

In her desires
but a flickering light

A lit candle....
sits in the corner surrounded by red rose petals dry and an empty scribbled champagne bottle labeled Mums...and a note reading "see you soon"

The violins sounds of love whispering through
 her time...like a gentle wind

 A lost desire of self ...forgotten
Now
She cries in her silence beauty
of her wrinkled lines upon her age.

The nights are lonely and alone
as she often 
undresses  her heart to all the love she once give.