Venetian Elegy

In twilight's hush, where waters whisper low, A maiden sits, amidst red roses' glow. Her gown, a dark, velvet, winding stream, That catches light, like a lover's dream. The city's breath, a misty, mystic shroud, Envelops her form, in a sorrowful cloud. With petals scattered, like tears from above, She holds a rose, a symbol of endless love. In this still moment, time stands frozen tight, As she gazes down, into the water's light. The city's lamps, like fireflies in the night, Cast flickering shadows, a gentle, loving light. Her heart, a mystery, a depth untold, A tale of love, of loss, of memories to hold. In this serene, yet melancholic scene, We find a reflection, of our own heart's sheen.