Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A maiden lies, entwined with roses gray.
Her tresses wild, like autumn's leaves,
Dance in the breeze, as petals breathe.
The red roses, like rubies bright,
Adorn her hair, a mournful sight.
Her eyes, closed tight, as if in sleep,
Dream of love, and secrets keep.
The roses whisper, a gentle hue,
A requiem for love, both old and new.
In this still moment, time stands still,
As beauty's essence, the heart doth fill.
The roses, like tears, fall from above,
A symbol of love, and endless love.
In this portrait, a story's told,
Of passion, beauty, young and old.
The rose requiem, a melancholy air,
Echoes through, without a care.