Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden stands, with roses in her hair's dark fall. Her eyes, like sapphires, glimmering with tears unshed, Reflect the sorrow of a heart that's deeply bled. The red roses, like passionate whispers, speak of love's sweet pain, As she gazes forth, with a melancholy, dreamy refrain. The lace that drapes her shoulder, like a mourner's veil, Echoes the mystery of a heart that's frail. In this chiaroscuro, where light and darkness entwine, She stands, a vision, ethereal, divine. A fleeting moment, captured in time's still frame, A beauty that transcends, and speaks to the heart's deep flame. The roses, like a symbol, of love's enduring might, Adorn her tresses, a poignant, wistful sight. In this portrait, a story unfolds, of love, loss, and longing's plight, A testament to the human heart's deep, abiding light.