Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A vision stirs, in white array, With roses red, like passion's flame, That burns within, a heart's deep claim. Her hair, a cascade, like silver bright, Flows like a river, in the fading light, As she holds close, the roses' might, A symbol of love, in the dark of night. The lace upon her dress, a delicate art, A testament to the beauty of the heart, The way the light dances, upon her skin, A gentle caress, that whispers 'within'. In this still moment, she is free, A fleeting glimpse, of serenity, A rose requiem, for the heart's deep pain, A beauty born, from love's sweet refrain.