Rose Requiem

In the whispering shadows, a maiden stands alone, Her white dress a canvas, her soul a work of stone. The wind whispers secrets, as her hair flows free, A dance of longing, in a world of reverie. The red roses gather, a passionate, fiery sea, A symbol of love's fierce, unyielding destiny. Her hand upon the column, a gentle, tender touch, A moment's pause, in a timeless, ethereal clutch. The light, a soft caress, upon her skin so fair, A fleeting glimpse, of a beauty beyond compare. In this still moment, she is lost, and found, A paradox of strength, and vulnerability unbound. The roses, a testament, to love's enduring might, A symbol of the heart, that beats through the night. In this quiet scene, a story unfolds, Of love, loss, and longing, forever to be told.