Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A vision blooms, like roses, one and all. Her lips, a crimson promise, sealed and bright, Invite the heart to surrender to the night. The roses, like dark sentinels of old, Guard the mysteries that in her heart are told. In this still moment, time stands frozen deep, As petals and skin in beauty softly creep. The world, in slumber, holds its breath and sighs, As she, a goddess, in repose, meets the skies. Her hair, a tumble of night's dark, silken stream, Where roses hide, and secrets softly beam. In every curve, a tale of love is spun, A story woven, where heart and soul are one. The roses whisper truths, both old and new, Of passion, beauty, and the heart anew. In this tableau, where art and dream entwine, Lies a reflection, of the heart's deep shrine. A sanctuary, where love's essence gleams, And in the roses, a requiem softly beams.