Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, Amidst the roses, she lies in gray. Her face, a canvas of serene delight, A vision of beauty, in the dark of night. The roses, like crimson whispers, surround her form, A halo of passion, a gentle, loving storm. Her eyes, closed softly, as if in sleep, Drink in the beauty, the roses softly keep. In this still moment, she is free to be, A vision of loveliness, for you and me. The roses, like nature's own perfume, Fill the air with their sweet, intoxicating bloom. In this quiet scene, we find our peace, A sense of calm, the world's wild release. Let the roses' beauty, surround you too, And in their loveliness, may your spirit renew.