Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden sits, lost in thought's gray. Her hair, a cascade of golden light, Dances with the breeze, a gentle night. The roses, red as passion's burning fire, Surround her, a heart's deep, sweet desire. Her dress, a flowing white, like snow, Contrasts with blooms, in a lover's woe. In this serene, yet melancholic scene, Lies a tale of love, both seen and unseen. A moment's beauty, frozen in time, A memory, sublime, a heart's rhyme. The roses whisper secrets, of love and loss, As she sits, in a contemplative cross. Her eyes, downcast, hide a story untold, Of dreams, of hopes, of a heart that's cold. Yet, in this image, a beauty shines, A rose requiem, a heart's valentine.