Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall,
A maiden's visage, etched with gentle call,
Her eyes, like sapphires, veiled in mystery's keep,
Invite the heart to secrets she doth softly speak.
With lips of crimson, a rose's promise made,
And tresses wild, like autumn's rustling shade,
She holds the flowers, a bouquet of heart's desire,
A symbol of love that burns like inner fire.
The lace upon her shoulder, intricate and fine,
Echoes the delicate dance of love's sweet design,
In every fold, a story of passion's might,
A testament to love that shines through the night.
Her gaze, a window to the soul's deep sea,
Invites the viewer to sail into mystery,
To find within her eyes a reflection true,
Of love, of loss, of dreams both old and new.
In this portrait, a tale of beauty is spun,
A narrative of love, forever just begun.