Let me start from the top and go all the way to the bottom. It would give you more of the understanding of her perfection as she motionlessly stays in that white dress.
Natalia Arlovskaya, my bride. Her flawless still figure penetrates deeply into the back of my skull as I watch her.
Silky and straight blonde hair that is usually down around her face is now in curls and sprawled out gorgeously and precisely around her. Each little ringlet of hair having their own addition to her picture-perfect face. A white bow is pinned just above her bangs like it always is; I wouldn't have it any other way. The bow caresses her forehead and her short bangs that wrap in towards her brow. The flawless skin that is covers her body looks pale from the pastel color of her hair.
Her eyes are shut now, her ocean deep lavender eyes concealed by long black lashes. Her spectacular glance is now shielded by the eyelashes that used to be batted and lined by a thin line of black, which now was no where to be seen. If you traveled down her face you would find her deep rosy cheeks complimented and amplified by red blush clinging to her snow-white skin.
Natalia's nose rests on her face like a button and is perfectly sculpted into her face it rests casting small shadows trailing down her cheek. Faultless lips are pulled together in a straight line, which is tugged together in the middle. Without any assist from lipstick her lips were as red as cherries, like the ones we would share near the old dock between our apartments, coming together seamlessly above her rounded chin.
Her neck all the way to her shoulders, which were exposed by the dress, flowed like water down to her chest and arms. Two arms of perfect length were folded across her chest in between her gloved fingers was a single rose. I stared at the flower and smiled. It so much resembled the way her small waist led into her hips and then her dress that fanned out and surrounded and covered her slender legs. This left only two small high-heel clad feet poking out from beneath the hem of the dress.
I grinned regardless of other emotions. I remembered when I used to tease her about her pinkie toes that were now hidden by the shoes, which pointed in just enough to be noticed. Or perhaps the times that we chuckled about the way her second toes where longer than her big toe. Reminiscing brought the emotions to rear their heads up once again and my eyes stung with tears. More memories flowed through my mind as I watched her. Time stopped, or at least it seemed to. Still against my will I removed the white rose in my hands and placed it next to her in the casket. She seemed to still be with me as I looked down at her unmoving figure and brushed my hand against her pale, cold, covered hands. No one would have suspected that disease could have struck this natural beauty so fast and so harshly.
I closed my eyes as I told her the three words I should have said more. The three words that I would say to her for all eternity if we had only gotten the chance to say "I do." As I closed my eyes and saw the total black I whispered, "I love you." And backed away, treasuring the last time I would see my world in the flesh.