Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A maiden weeps, her heart astray.
The roses whisper secrets sweet,
As sorrow's veil her soul does meet.
With every petal, a memory stays,
A bittersweet reminder of love's fleeting ways.
Her dress, a canvas, soft and white,
Contrasts with blooms that burn like night.
In this tableau of love and loss,
She mourns the dreams that could never cross.
The staircase, a path she's designed,
Leads to the heart, where love's embers shine.
The roses, red as passion's fire,
Illuminate the heart's deepest desire.
In this moment, she is free to grieve,
And let the beauty of sorrow relieve.
The weight of memories, the sting of pain,
As she descends into love's sweet refrain.