Rose Serenade
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A maiden stands, lost in thought's gray.
Her hair, a cascade of golden light,
Dances with the breeze, a gentle sight.
The roses, red as passion's fire,
Lie at her feet, a heart's desire.
In this still moment, she is free,
A vision of beauty, for you and me.
The world, it fades, as she stands there,
A goddess, lost in her own lair.
The roses whisper secrets, of love and fate,
As she gazes down, with a heart that's late.
In this serene and contemplative space,
She finds her solace, her heart's dark place.
The roses, they surround her, a crimson sea,
A symbol of the passion, that's meant to be.
In this moment, she is one with the night,
A creature of beauty, a wondrous sight.