Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A vision stirs, a dreamlike call, A woman lies, her face a canvas pale, With roses red, like secrets, they enthrall. Her lips, a rosebud's promise, bright and bold, Invite the heart to stories untold, Her eyes, like night, with mystery are filled, As petals soft, her soul has thrilled. The roses, like a lover's gentle touch, Caress her skin, with tender clutch, Their red, a flame, that burns with passion's fire, Melting the chill, of heart's darkest mire. In this still moment, she is free to be, A goddess, lost, in reverie, With roses, red, as symbols of her heart, She whispers truths, that only roses can impart.