Rose Serenade

In the whispering light, she stands alone, A vision in white, with roses overthrown, Her hair, a cascade of silver streams, Flowing like moonlit night's gentle dreams. The roses, red as passion's burning fire, Lie at her feet, a lover's sweet desire, Their scent, a perfume that fills the air, As she gazes out, with a contemplative air. Her dress, a lace of intricate design, Catches the light, like a lover's tender sign, The balcony's railing, a gentle curve, Guides the eye, to the beauty that she serves. In this moment, she is lost in thought, Her heart, aflutter, like a bird that's caught, The beauty of the scene, a symphony, That echoes through, her soul's melody.