Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden sits, her beauty beyond them all. Her gown, a flowing river of white, Adorned with lace, a delicate, intricate light. The roses, red as passion's burning fire, Dance around her, a sensual, sweet desire. Her hair, a cascade of golden, silken thread, Falls down her back, a gentle, winding spread. Her eyes, a deep, mysterious, secret keep, A world within, where love and sorrow sleep. The columns stand, a classical, marble frame, A backdrop for her beauty, a timeless, ethereal claim. In this still moment, she is lost in thought, Her heart, a heavy burden, with emotions fraught. The roses whisper secrets, of love and its pain, As she sits, surrounded, by beauty's sweet refrain.