Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A vision emerges, serene beyond them all. A woman's face, a canvas of pale delight, Adorned with roses, red as the passion of night. Her lips, a crimson whisper, invite the soul, To join the dance of dreams, where love makes whole. The roses, like sentinels of love's dark fire, Guard the threshold to a heart's deepest desire. In this still moment, time stands still, and all is right, As beauty and mystery entwine, a gentle, loving light. The roses' petals, soft as a lover's caress, Brush against her skin, a tender, sweet distress. Her eyes, closed to the world, yet open wide, To the secrets whispered by the roses, side by side. In this quiet reverie, she finds her peaceful nest, A sanctuary of love, where heart and soul find rest.