Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the shadowed light, she stands apart,
A vision woven from darkness and art.
Red roses entwined in her golden hair,
A symbol of passion, beyond compare.
Her eyes, closed as if in silent prayer,
Reflecting the turmoil, the beauty rare.
The chiaroscuro dance, a play of light and shade,
Highlights the contours, a face so gracefully made.
With lips that whisper secrets untold,
And earrings that glimmer, like tales of old.
She is a mystery, a work of art,
A rose requiem, a beating heart.
In her presence, we find our peace,
A moment's stillness, the world's wild release.
A fleeting glance, a glimpse of her soul,
And we are forever changed, made whole.