Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A vision stirs, in white array, Amidst the roses, red as love's last sigh, A maiden turns, with gentle, sorrowful eye. Her hair, a cascade of silver bright, Falls like a river, in the fading light, The dress, a whisper of silk and lace, A bridal veil, that hides a secret face. The roses, like tears, fall from above, A symbol of love, and a heart that's lost its love, In this, a tale of beauty, and of pain, A story told, in every, tender strain. The light, a soft caress, on skin so fair, Reveals the beauty, beyond compare, A moment captured, in time's fleeting stream, A memory kept, in a dream.