Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A vision blooms, in monochrome gray. A woman's form, with lips aflame, Red roses cradled, in a lover's name. Her eyes, a window to the soul, Closed, as if in love's sweet role. The roses, symbols of passion's fire, Dance with her hair, in dark desire. In this still moment, time stands still, As beauty and love, on her lips, fulfill. The red of roses, a story tells, Of love, of loss, of life's fragile spells. In this portrait, a tale unfolds, Of a heart that beats, with love's gold. The contrast of red and monochrome gray, Echoes the complexity, of love's own way. A moment captured, in time's flight, A rose requiem, a beauty so bright.