Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the whispers of the wind, a tale unfolds,
A maiden's visage, etched with rose's gold.
Her eyes, like autumn leaves, hold secrets untold,
As petals fall, her story begins to unfold.
The gentle breeze carries the scent of desire,
As freckles on her cheek, like rosebuds, conspire.
Her lips, a rosebud's promise, soft and divine,
Invite the gaze to linger, and the heart to entwine.
In this digital reverie, she reigns supreme,
A vision of beauty, born of light and dream.
The artist's touch, a masterful, digital brush,
Weaves a tale of wonder, where myth and magic hush.
With every glance, the heart beats fast,
As rose requiem whispers secrets, forever to last.