Rose Serenade

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.