Rose Whisperer

In twilight's hush, she stands alone, Amidst a sea of red roses, her heart's throne. The white dress flows like a river's stream, As she gazes down, lost in a dream. Her hair, a wild tangle, like a summer's breeze, Stirs the air, and the roses seem to freeze. The world outside fades, and all that's left is she, And the roses, a symbol of love's ecstasy. In this moment, time stands still, As she whispers secrets to the flowers' gentle will. The red roses, like passion's burning flame, Illuminate the path, to a love that's not tamed. In this dance of beauty, she is the queen, A vision of elegance, a heart serene. The roses, a testament to love's enduring might, Stand witness to the beauty, of this quiet night.