Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden's visage, pale as moonlit call, Her tresses, dark as night, entwined with red roses' might, A somber beauty, in stillness, takes flight. The roses, like crimson tears, weep for love's lost past, Their velvet petals soft, as memories that forever last, Her lips, a whispered promise, of secrets untold, A mystic tale, of love, loss, and heart's gold. In this serene, yet haunting, portrait, we find our own tale, A reflection of love's bittersweet, and heart's deepest gale, The roses, like our hopes, and dreams, entwined with our hair, A symbol of the beauty, and pain, we all must share. In the stillness, we find solace, and a peaceful nest, A place to lay our hearts, and let our spirits rest, For in the rose requiem, we hear the whispers of our soul, A call to let go, and make our hearts and love whole.