Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play,
A vision lies, in slumber's sweet decay,
Amidst the roses, red as passion's fire,
A beauty rests, with heart and soul's desire.
The roses, like whispers, soft and low,
Enfold her, in a gentle, loving glow,
Their thorns, a reminder, of love's sharp pain,
As she sleeps, with a heart that's been refined.
In this still moment, she finds her peace,
A fleeting calm, from life's wild release,
The roses, a symbol, of love's enduring might,
A testament to the beauty, that shines through the night.
In rose requiem, she finds her rest,
A place where love and beauty are forever blessed.