Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A serene visage, like alabaster, stands tall. Red roses, like passionate whispers, surround her face, A gentle breeze that rustles the petals, a tender, loving pace. The eyes, like moonlit pools, closed in quiet sleep, Dream of secrets, mysteries, and mystic whispers deep. The lips, a rosebud's promise, softly parted, a silent sigh, As if the heart's deepest longings, in slumber, passed by. The roses, like sentinels of love, watch over her repose, A crimson garland, woven with tender, loving woes. In this still moment, time stands still, and all is right, As the beauty of the roses, and the beauty of her light, Merge in a harmony of peace, a symphony of love, A requiem for the soul, a lullaby from above. The roses, like tears of joy, fall softly to the ground, As the beauty of the moment, is forever found. In this quiet, peaceful scene, we find our own stillness too, A reflection of the beauty, that lies within, and shines anew.