Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden lies, in roses' sway, Her lips, a crimson, sensual delight, As petals dance, in the fading light. Her skin, a canvas, soft and pale, A backdrop for the roses' vibrant tale, The red blooms, like passionate whispers low, Echoing the secrets, only hearts can know. In this still moment, time stands still, As beauty reigns, with an ethereal will, The roses' scent, a heady, sweet perfume, Fills the air, with a sensual, sweet bloom. The maiden's face, a vision to behold, A work of art, where love and beauty unfold, In this serene, and mystic, rose-filled space, The heart finds solace, in a peaceful, sacred place.