Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A vision stirs, a rose-entwined call. The woman's form, a canvas fair and bright, Adorned with blooms that whisper through the night. Her lips, a crimson promise, sealed and true, Invite the roses' gentle, sweet pursuit. In slumber deep, her beauty lies in wait, As petals dance, a lover's tender fate. The roses, red as passion's burning fire, Enfold her, a symbolic, heart's desire. In this still moment, time stands still, As beauty, love, and roses softly fill. The air with scent, a sensual, sweet delight, That beckons all to bask in their warm, golden light. In this tableau, a tale of love is told, Where roses, red and full, forever unfold. A requiem for love, a serenade so fine, Echoes through the heart, a love divine.