Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A maiden stands, lost in thought's gray.
Her gown, a whisper of silk and light,
Cascades down her back, a gentle night.
The roses below, a fiery sea,
A passionate heart, beating wild and free.
Her hair, a wild tangle of gold,
Dances in the breeze, young and bold.
In this moment, she is lost and found,
A beauty, fragile, yet unbound.
The roses, a symbol of love's dark fire,
Burning deep, a heart's deepest desire.
In this stillness, she finds her voice,
A whispered promise, a heartfelt choice.
To follow the path, where love will lead,
And find solace, in the roses' gentle creed.