Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A vision stands, in white array,
Amidst the roses, red as love's own fire,
She gazes forth, with heart's deep desire.
Her tresses flow, like silver streams,
As she beholds the rose's mystic dreams.
In this still moment, time stands still,
And in the roses, her soul's truth is told.
The world outside recedes, its din and strife,
As she communes with the rose's quiet life.
In this sacred space, she finds her peace,
A reflection of the love that she can't release.
The roses, like sentinels of old,
Stand guard around her, young and cold.
Their beauty is a mirror to her soul,
A reflection of the love that makes her whole.
In this serene and mystic scene,
She finds the beauty that she's been seeking,
A moment's peace, a lifetime's truth,
A rose requiem, for her heart's youth.