Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden lies, surrounded by roses' call. Her face, a canvas of serene delight, A vision of beauty, in the dark of night. The red roses, like sentinels of love, Guard her repose, sent from above. Their petals, soft as silk to touch, Enfold her, in a gentle, loving clutch. Her eyes, closed in slumber, deep and long, Drink in the beauty, of the roses' song. In this still moment, she is free to be, A goddess, surrounded by wild reverie. The roses' scent, a heady, sweet perfume, Fills the air, with an intoxicating bloom. In this tableau, she is the central theme, A work of art, a masterpiece, a dream. The roses, like a crown, upon her brow, Adorn her, with a beauty, that only love can know.