He offered his world
encased in white gold
and cloudy agate.
Her Germanic
yellow rose
nestled secretly
by a diamond crown
as if to show her
how she could fit.
 
Her doubts were
 well founded.
She was not this
crafted perfection.
Where others saw
coldness and cracks
he held her love
with the
fragile obsession
of an heirloom.
 
The dreamy glamour
faded then snuffed.
From the beauty of
Imperial eggs
to the sorrow
of Ipatiev House
he still gazed
and saw only her
as finally
her face
blocked the sun