Rose Serenade

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A vision of beauty beckons, beyond them all. A woman lies, her face a canvas white, Surrounded by roses, a crimson, velvet night. Her lips, a rosebud's promise, red and bright, Invite the heart to linger, in the still of night. Her hair, a dark, rich tapestry, entwines With blooms that softly glow, like embers divine. In this serene tableau, she finds her peace, A moment's reprieve, from life's wild, frantic release. The roses, like sentinels of love, stand guard, As she, in slumber, is cradled, without a scar. In this, a tale of beauty, fleeting, yet so real, A testament to life's precious, fragile feel. The world, in stillness, holds its breath, and sighs, As in her sleep, the beauty of the world arises.