Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A vision emerges, ethereal and gray. A woman's face, a canvas of serene delight, Adorned with roses, red as passion's burning light. Her lips, a crimson whisper, invite the night, As petals softly kiss her skin, a gentle, loving light. The roses, like sentinels of love and pain, Guard the secrets of her heart, and the beauty that remains. In this still moment, she is free to roam, In the realm of dreams, where love and sorrow are made known. The roses, like tears, fall softly on her face, As she surrenders to the beauty of the sacred space. In this tranquil scene, we find our own release, A reflection of our deepest longing, our heart's wild peace.