Getting into this poetry

Her smile told a story only memories would hear,
her eyes speak volumes a hundred years later.
She was a shining star in a world dissolving around her,
And I truly believe there was no duchess greater.

I know that sounds silly, but it is true to my heart.
And forgive the length, I have limited time and patience for rhymes.
Hope you enjoy it anyway :)

A poem for Maria

A Russian girl,
once stood here,
among the tall trees;
she had rose petals in her hair
and grass against her cheeks

But she did not care;
why should she care?
She was not a Grand Duchess,
her father had given up the throne
she could do what she liked
for a few minutes more

And then her mamma came
and told her the news.
They were leaving for Siberia
in about a week

Barely a year
was left for her to live;
and on July 17th
she was shot

no flowers were put on her grave,
but her memory is still with
that one meadow
in Tsarskoe Selo.

A painting she made as a young girl, and my favorite picture of her I've ever colored myself.

Maria, such a beauty you were, sparkling eyes of blue and long brown hair. You were Russia's Angel, so delicate and fair. A dreamer you were little Mashka, which suited your big heart. You loved all those around you, and from your family you never would part. 21 steps down, and that sealed your fate. You didn't know what would happen, until it was too late. So dream Grand Duchess, that is what we pray. At peace in the arms of the Lord, is where you now stay.