Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden lies, in roses' sway, Her lips, a crimson, sensual delight, Invite the night, with subtle might. Her eyes, closed, in reverie deep, As petals softly, on her sleep, The roses' beauty, wild and free, A poignant reminder, of life's glee. In this still moment, she is queen, A monarch of the night's dark scene, The roses, like tears, upon her face, A symbol of love's, bittersweet, secret place. Her skin, a porcelain, delicate sheen, A canvas for the roses' vibrant dream, The world, it fades, as she inhales, The scent of roses, and sweet, sensual tales.