Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden stands, amidst roses' sway, Her gaze, a whispered promise, soft and low, A heart that beats, with love's sweet woe. The red blooms, like passion's fiery kiss, Dance around her, in tender, wistful bliss, Their petals, like delicate fingers, unfold, As if to touch, the secrets she's been told. Her skin, a porcelain, moonlit glow, Reflects the beauty, that only roses know, The artist's brush, with gentle, loving care, Has woven magic, beyond compare. In this still moment, time stands still, As if the world, had been frozen, at her will, The roses, like sentinels of old, Guarding the mysteries, that she doth hold. And when the dawn, breaks forth anew, The maiden's smile, will shine, like morning dew.