Rose Serenade
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall,
A vision in white, with roses' passionate call,
She stands, a statue of elegance and grace,
With hair aflame, like autumn's golden space.
The roses, like rubies, rich and red as love,
In her hands, a symbol sent from above,
A token of devotion, pure and true,
A heart that beats for one, forever anew.
The stone carvings, intricate and old,
A backdrop for her beauty, young and bold,
The contrast of black and white, a timeless frame,
For the vibrant roses, and her love's sweet name.
In this serene and contemplative scene,
We find the beauty of love's pure, unadorned sheen,
A moment captured, where time stands still,
And in the roses, our hearts are filled.