Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A vision of beauty, serene beyond them all. Surrounded by roses, red as passionate fire, A woman's face, a canvas, where love's tale is told. Her eyes closed, as if in slumber deep, The roses' whispers, a lullaby, she does keep. The petals' softness, a gentle lover's caress, As the red blooms, a fiery halo, her beauty does possess. In this still moment, she is free to be, A goddess, lost in reverie, wild, and carefree. The roses, a symbol, of love's fierce, wild might, Enfold her, protect her, in their velvet night. In this serene, and sacred space, she finds her peace, A refuge from the world's din, and chaos' release. As the roses' fragrance, wafts, and swirls around, She breathes, and is renewed, in this sweet, floral ground.