Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden's visage, etched in elegance, stands tall. Her tresses, a cascade of night's dark hue, Adorned with roses, red as passion's flame anew. Her lips, a crimson whisper, beckon and entice, As smoky eyes, with secrets, softly compromise. The roses, like her beauty, both fierce and fair, Unfurl their petals, with a gentle, loving care. In this still moment, time itself stands still, As the world's din fades, and her beauty fills. The darkness whispers truths, of a love so true, In the rose's velvet heart, a tale or two. Her lace-clad shoulder, a delicate, lacy frame, Supports the weight, of a beauty that's not tame. The roses, like her soul, a mystery unfold, As the light dances, with shadows, young and old. In this portrait, a story, both timeless and new, Unfurls, like the rose, with a beauty, pure and true.