Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the shadows, beauty lies in wait,
With roses red, and a gentle fate,
The woman's form, a vision fair,
A fleeting dream, beyond compare.
Her eyes, like darkness, softly close,
As petals brush against her nose,
The roses' scent, a sweet perfume,
Fills the air, with a sensual gloom.
In this still moment, she is free,
A goddess, lost in reverie,
The red roses, a symbol true,
Of love and passion, shining through.
In the silence, her heart beats strong,
A rhythm that, the roses' song,
Echoes through, the darkened space,
A requiem, for a love that's lost its place.