Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A vision stirs, a rose-entwined call. Her eyes, like sapphires, veiled in sleep, Dream of secrets, mysteries deep. The rose, a symbol of love's fierce might, Adorns her hair, a dark, velvet night. Her lips, a crimson, sensual flame, That burns with passion, whispers her name. In this still moment, she is free, A goddess, lost in reverie. The world, it fades, as she ascends, To realms of dreams, where love transcends. Her beauty is a work of art, A masterpiece, that touches the heart. In this portrait, we see a tale, Of love, of loss, of life's fragile gale. The rose, a reminder of what's past, A symbol of love that will forever last.