Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A vision lies, in serene disarray, Red roses entwine, a mystic spell, As lips, aflame, a secret tell. The face, a canvas, pale and bright, A backdrop for the roses' dark delight, Eyes closed, in reverie or sleep, The world, in stillness, her soul does keep. The roses, like whispers, soft and low, A language known, to hearts that glow, In this tableau, a tale is spun, Of love, of loss, of beauty won. A moment frozen, in time's embrace, A fleeting glance, a lingering grace, The rose requiem, a symphony, Echoes of a beauty, wild and free.