Curls never toss in playful winds,
Hands that cannot hold.
Lips that will never be kissed,
A heart forever cold.
Eyes that stare at eternity,
A gown far out of fashion
Cheeks where roses never bloomed,
Nor flamed with heated passion.
And yet, her stillness calls me out
Her figure fascinates
Perched upon a child's grave,
Some life yet resonates.