Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall,
A vision beckons, ethereal, beyond them all.
A woman stands, her back to morning's glow,
Her dress, a cascade of silk, in gentle flow.
The roses, like crimson whispers, softly breathe,
As she gazes forth, into a world beneath.
The window's frame, a portal to the soul,
Reveals a heart, where love and longing unfold.
In red roses' splendor, a tale is spun,
Of passion, beauty, and a love that's won.
The light dances, upon her flowing hair,
As she stands, a vision, beyond compare.
In this still moment, time stands still,
As the roses' beauty, her spirit fulfills.
The world outside, a distant, fading haze,
As she basks in love's warm, golden daze.
In this serene and contemplative space,
She finds her strength, her heart's sacred place.