Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden sits, lost in thought's gray. Her dress, a gown of silken white, Unfurls like a swan's gentle flight. The wind whispers secrets in her ear, As red roses cluster, drawing near. Their velvet petals, soft as skin, Echo the passion locked within. In this surreal, dreamlike state, She finds solace, an ethereal weight. The roses, like tears, fall from above, Bathing her in a lover's endless love. In this quiet moment, she is free, A fleeting peace, a reverie. The roses, a symbol of the heart, Beat in rhythm, a lover's every part. In their beauty, she finds her own, A reflection of love, forever sown.