Eternity is Won.

A bouquet of wilted flowers,
our memories are so strong.
In the folds of dirtied lace and silk,
two lovers will live on.

Time knows no bounds
like that of death.
Love knows no feat
like that of life.

And through it all
two beings fall,
though two remain as one.
As peace resides these blissful souls,
Eternity is won.
♠ ♠ ♠
My first poem, be kind!