Eternal Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A woman's visage, serene, stands tall. Her eyes, like sapphires, closed in gentle sleep, As red roses whisper secrets, her soul does keep. The wind, a gentle lover, whispers low, Through strands of hair, a mournful, sweet refrain does flow. In monochrome, her beauty shines, a radiant glow, While roses, crimson, like passion's flame, do grow. In this still moment, time itself does stand, As beauty, love, and sorrow, intertwined, do expand. A fleeting glimpse of life's precious, fragile might, A moment's peace, 'neath the rose's, watchful light. In dreams, she finds solace, her heart's deep nest, Where love and loss entwine, and she finds her rest. The roses, like tears, fall, a silent, red rain, As the wind whispers secrets, and her heart remains. In this, her eternal moment, she is free, A rose-touched, ethereal, dreamlike reverie.