Rose Serenade

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A vision stands, in white array, Amidst the roses, red as desire, A maiden waits, with heart on fire. Her tresses flow, like honeyed gold, As she gazes forth, with secrets untold, The roses whisper, a gentle breeze, That stirs the soul, with tender pleas. In this still moment, time stands still, As beauty reigns, with gentle will, The roses, like passion's burning flame, Illuminate the path, to love's sweet name. In this serene, and mystic scene, The maiden's heart, is made serene, With every rose, a story's spun, Of love, of life, of heart, and soul, as one.