Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A vision in white, amidst red roses' thrall, She stands, a statue of serene despair, Her heart aflame, with love beyond compare. The wind whispers secrets, as her hair flows free, A melancholy dance, in reverie, The roses, like rubies, scattered at her feet, Echo the passion, that her soul can't beat. In this still moment, time stands still, As she surrenders, to love's unfulfilled will, The roses, a symbol, of love's fierce might, A requiem for dreams, that take flight. In the silence, her heart beats like a drum, A rhythm that echoes, the love that's yet to come, The roses, a reminder, of love's sweet pain, A bittersweet memory, that remains.