Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall,
A vision lies, entwined with roses' call.
Her face, a canvas of serene delight,
A gentle soul, in slumber's peaceful night.
The roses, like sentinels of love and pain,
Guard her repose, their beauty to maintain.
In crimson hues, they whisper secrets sweet,
Of dreams and passions, in her heart that meet.
Her lips, a rosebud's promise, red and fine,
Invite the gaze, to a beauty divine.
In this tableau, where art and dream entwine,
A mystic language speaks, of love's design.
The roses, like a lover's tender touch,
Caress her skin, with a gentle clutch.
In this serene and mystic scene, we find
A reflection of our own heart's deep design.
A journey through the realms of love and sleep,
Where roses bloom, and secrets softly creep.