Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A vision stirs, a rose-entwined call. The woman's form, a monochrome dream, Emerged, as petals of red roses gleam. Her eyes, like sapphires, dark and deep, Reflect the mysteries she keeps. The roses, like passionate whispers, sway, As if beckoning her to seize the day. In this chiaroscuro dance, light and dark entwine, A tale of love, loss, and beauty divine. The roses, symbols of the heart's desire, Unfurl their velvet petals, like a burning fire. As the woman's gaze ascends, a mystic flight, The roses seem to follow, a crimson light. In this symbiosis, we find a truth profound, A reflection of our own hearts, forever bound. To the cycles of love, loss, and rebirth's sway, As the roses bloom, and wither, day by day.