Rose Requiem
Reflection
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.