Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A vision lies, in roseate array, A maiden fair, with visage pale, Adorned with blooms, like love's sweet gale. Her lips, a crimson, inviting smile, Her eyes, closed, in secret guile, The roses, red, like passion's fire, Dance around her, with sweet desire. In this still scene, where beauty reigns, A tale of love, and heart's deep pains, The roses whisper, a gentle breeze, That stirs the soul, and rustles the trees. A requiem, for love's lost delight, A roseate shroud, that wraps the night, A beauty, fragile, yet oh so strong, A rose requiem, that echoes all day long.