Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A vision weeps, surrounded by roses' call. Her lips, a crimson whisper, sealed in sleep, As petals unfold, their secrets to keep. The roses, like sentinels of love and pain, Guard her slumber, their beauty to maintain. In this still moment, time stands still and deep, As she, entwined with flowers, in dreams does keep. The red roses, like passion's fierce and wild fire, Dance around her, their splendor to aspire. Her face, a canvas, painted with gentle care, A masterpiece of beauty, beyond compare. In this serene and mystic, dreamlike state, She finds solace, her heart's deepest fate. The roses, like a lover's tender, sweet caress, Enfold her, in their soft, perfumed tenderness. In this quiet, intimate, and sacred space, She reigns, a queen, in beauty's secret place.