Rose Requiem

In the whisper of petals, a tale unfolds, A rose's dark beauty, a story told. Eyes like the night, with secrets deep, A mystic rose, in slumber keep. Her lips, a promise, soft and low, A gentle breeze, that only few may know. The rose, a symbol, of love and pain, A fleeting beauty, that remains. In her gaze, a world of sorrow lies, A heart that beats, with a lover's sighs. The rose, a mirror, to her soul, A reflection, of a heart that's whole. In this moment, she stands alone, A vision of beauty, forever known. The rose, a companion, to her heart, A symbol of love, that will never depart.