Rose Requiem

In the shadow of grandeur, she stands alone, A vision in white, with roses as her throne. The wind whispers secrets, as her hair flows free, A melancholy beauty, lost in reverie. The red roses, like passion's fiery kiss, Adorn the balcony, where she pauses in bliss. The architecture, a backdrop of stone and might, Contrasts with the softness, of her gentle light. In this moment, she is lost, yet found, A paradox of beauty, profound. The roses, a symbol, of love's bittersweet refrain, Echo through eternity, a haunting, sweet strain. As she gazes downward, her heart is aflame, With a passion, that only the roses can claim. In this image, we find, a story untold, Of love, loss, and longing, forever to unfold.