Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A maiden lies, in roseate array,
Her lips, a crimson, inviting smile,
As petals softly caress her skin's pure mile.
Her eyes, closed, in slumber deep,
Dream of secrets, roses softly keep,
The dark, a canvas, rich and wide,
For this fair portrait, where love resides.
In every rose, a tale is told,
Of passion, love, and beauty, young and old,
The red, a symbol, fierce and bright,
A heart that beats, with love's pure light.
In this still scene, a story's spun,
Of a soul, in roses, forever won,
A beauty, rare, a sight to see,
A rose requiem, for you and me.