Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A vision stirs, a maiden, ethereal and tall. Her tresses flow like moonlit streams of night, As she descends the staircase, a wondrous sight. The roses, red as passion, burn with inner fire, A symbol of the heart's deepest, most ardent desire. Her gown, a flowing mist of white, a gentle breeze, That whispers secrets, as her eyes cast down with ease. In this still moment, time itself stands still, As beauty's essence, pure and unadorned, is thrilled. The architecture, a backdrop, grand and old, A testament to love's enduring, timeless hold. The light, a soft caress, that dances on her skin, Reveals the contours, of a beauty locked within. A moment captured, a memory to share, A fleeting glimpse, of beauty beyond compare.