Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A vision emerges, ethereal and gray, A woman's face, a canvas serene, Surrounded by roses, red as the heart's deep dream. Her eyes, closed, as if in reverie, Drinking in the scent of roses, wild and free, The petals, soft as silk to the touch, A gentle caress, a lover's tender clutch. The red roses, like passion's fierce flame, Dance around her, a whirling, madder game, While the white rose, pure and undefiled, Rests in her hand, a symbol of love's gentle child. In this still moment, time stands still, As beauty and mystery entwine, a lover's thrill, The roses, like secrets, whispered low, A language only known to the heart, as it glows.