Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play,
A maiden blooms, surrounded by roses' sway,
Her eyes, like sapphires, shining bright and blue,
Reflect the beauty, and the pain, anew.
The flowers, like crimson tears, fall from above,
A symbol of love, and the weight of endless love.
Her skin, a canvas, painted with delicate care,
A masterpiece, born of beauty, and sorrow's snare.
The roses whisper secrets, of a love now lost,
And in their scent, her heart is forever crossed.
In this fleeting moment, she stands, a work of art,
A rose requiem, a symphony, that beats within her heart.