Violet eyes you gone away, what
thunder, the night, in your shadow stays.
Your beauty, a steaming summer's day,
wrapped within the public soul. Though
marriage wasn't a stable bet, you loved
many as if a queen, your talents never
missing, even rare failures always seen.
You lived well known with glamour and
jewels to honor high hopes. Two Oscars
for your vanity fair, yet your health couldn't
contain all the passion you wrote. That
lovely heart weakened and bid us farewell.
To your work so proudly done, we shall
remember you forever.