Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A maiden lies, her beauty on display. Red roses cascade, like tears from above, As she surrenders to the silence of love. Her eyes, like sapphires, softly closed in sleep, Her lips, a whispered promise, secrets keep. The wind whispers truths, of life and death's design, As petals unfold, like pages of a sacred sign. In this still moment, time stands still, As beauty and mortality, in harmony, fulfill. The roses, like rubies, glowing bright and bold, Illuminate the path, to a love that's yet untold. In this serene tableau, we find our peace, A reflection of our own, mortal release. The roses, like a chorus, sing a gentle song, As the maiden's beauty, our hearts, does belong. In this rose requiem, we find our solace deep, A sense of connection, in the silence, we keep.