Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A vision stands, a bride beyond them all. Her dress, a whisper of white, lace entwined, A back exposed, a delicate design. Her hair, a cascade of golden light, Dances with breeze, a gentle, mournful sight. The roses, red as passion's burning fire, Surround her, a symbol of heart's greatest desire. In this still moment, she pauses to gaze, Lost in thought, in a world of silent ways. The columns stand, a marble, classic frame, A backdrop for a beauty, both fragile and tame. The roses speak of love, of life, of death, A poignant reminder of life's fleeting breath. In this image, a story unfolds, a tale, Of love, loss, and memory, a heart that fails. Yet, in the beauty, a truth is revealed, A moment captured, a memory concealed.