Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall,
A maiden stands, her beauty beyond them all.
With hair like moonlight, flowing wild and free,
She gazes out, lost in reverie.
The roses, red as passion's burning fire,
Dance in the breeze, her heart's sweet desire.
In white silk, she is a vision, pure and fair,
A fleeting dream, beyond compare.
The architecture, a backdrop grand and old,
A testament to stories untold.
Her eyes, like windows to a soul so bright,
Reflect the light, in a gentle, loving light.
In this moment, she is a work of art,
A masterpiece, that touches the heart.
A symbol of love, in all its forms and might,
A rose requiem, on this silent night.