Rose Whisperer
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
a maiden sits, lost in thought's gray.
Her gown, a river's silken flow,
contrasts with roses' fiery glow.
The red blooms, like passion's burning flame,
illuminate her reverie, a mystic game.
With gentle touch, she reaches out to claim
the beauty that her heart has named.
In this still moment, time stands still,
as she beholds the roses' secret thrill.
A symbol of love, of life, of dreams,
the roses speak to her soul's deep themes.
And as she listens, lost in their sweet song,
she finds herself, where love and beauty belong.