Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall,
A vision emerges, bewitching all.
A maiden fair, with skin as white as snow,
Her lips, a crimson whisper, secrets to bestow.
Her eyes, like sapphires, dark and deep,
Conceal the mysteries she keeps.
The roses, red as passion's burning fire,
Dance around her, a sensual, sweet desire.
In this still moment, time stands still,
As beauty and mystery forever chill.
Her presence is a whispered promise sweet,
A fleeting glimpse of what our souls can't meet.
In rose requiem, she reigns supreme,
A fleeting queen of a dream.
Her beauty is a call to the unknown,
A journey through the heart, to a place unshown.
In her, we find a reflection of our own,
A path unwinding, where love is made known.