Rose Serenade

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A vision emerges, ethereal and small, A maiden stands, lost in contemplative thought, Her heart as deep as the roses that are brought. The red blooms, like passionate whispers, sway, As she gazes down, in a melancholy way, Her dress, a shimmering mist, caught in the light, A fleeting glimpse of beauty, pure and bright. The architecture, a backdrop grand and old, Echoes the mystery, the stories untold, In every curve, a tale of love and strife, A dance of light and shadow, a waltz of life. The roses, a symbol of love's fiery core, A reminder of the passion that we adore, In this serene and contemplative scene, We find the beauty, the sorrow, the heart's deep dream.