Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A vision blooms, a roseate, silent call. The woman's face, a porcelain, serene delight, Surrounded by red roses, a passionate, floral night. Her lips, a crimson whisper, inviting and bold, Her eyes, closed in reverie, a story untold. The roses, like rubies, glowing with inner fire, A symbol of love, desire, and heart's deep desire. In this still moment, time stands still, As beauty and mystery, the heart's deepest thrill. The roses' velvet softness, a tactile delight, Inviting the senses, to bask in their sweet light. The woman's gentle repose, a peaceful, dreamy state, A refuge from the world's din, a serene, floral estate. In this rose requiem, a tale of love is spun, A story of the heart, forever young.