The porcelain tiles,
reflect the light
from the candles lit up.
The fragrance of
Lavender and Rose
hang in the air.
The Rose petals scattered,
float in the ceramic tub
in Crimson glory.
A scene so romantic,
yet so horrific,
As Dona Amelia
lays cold,
under the scented petals,
and tinted aqua,
dispelled into the gloom,
by the man she loved.
Judy.S