Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden lies, her beauty heard by all. Red roses, like passionate whispers, entwine Her form, a canvas of serene design. Her eyes, closed to the world's loud din, Drink in the silence, let the heart within Be still, and let the beauty of the rose Be the reflection of her inner repose. The wind whispers secrets, as her hair flows free, A dance of silver, in dark ecstasy. The roses, like love's fierce and tender flame, Burn bright, a symbol of her inner name. In this still moment, she is free to be A vessel for the beauty she holds within, to see The world through rose-tinted eyes, where love Is the language spoken, sent from above. Her form, a masterpiece, a work of art divine, A reflection of the beauty that she holds within, a heart that's aligned.