Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A maiden lies, in roseate array,
Her lips, a crimson, sensual delight,
Eyes closed, in slumber, or perhaps in night.
The roses, red as passion's burning fire,
Dance around her, with a gentle, sweet desire,
Her skin, a porcelain, delicate and fair,
A canvas for the roses' vibrant, floral air.
In this still moment, she is free to be,
A vision of beauty, for you and me,
A symbol of love, in all its forms and might,
A rose requiem, on this, her silent night.
The darkness whispers secrets, of a mystic past,
As the roses weave, a spell that will forever last,
In this, her moment, she is queen of the night,
A rose-touched goddess, in all her beauty and light.