100 Days of Poetry Challenge~ Day Eighteen/Monody~ "Sweet Rose"

She met me at the window pane,
Her bright face stretched near mine.
The day when her pink smile did wane
She lost that youthful shine.

Her petals lost their - er,
And her spine begin to curl.
Her strength was hard to muster.
Her weakness did unfurl.

The vase I bought to be her stage,
Picked out just for she,
Clouded with the dust of age,
Her droop a silent plea.

Her pond of water once so clear
Filled with the film of - .
She lost her rosy petals dear
And fainted with last breath.

Her skin is brown and torn apart,
Sweet petals slimed and black.
That little flower of my heart
Victim to silent attack.

She met me at the window pane,
Her bright face stretched near mine.
Her youthful scent a flowery rain,
Her life and mine entwined.