Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, a maiden stands, her beauty rare. The rose, a symbol of love's bittersweet refrain, whispers secrets of the heart's deepest pain. Her eyes, like sapphires, gleam with mystery and might, as if the night itself had taken flight. The rose, a flame that burns with fervent desire, a beacon in the darkness, a heart on fire. In this fleeting moment, she is lost and found, a paradox of beauty, a soul unbound. The rose, a requiem for love's lost refrain, echoes through eternity, a haunting, sweet refrain.