Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A vision stirs, in monochrome array, A woman's form, in tranquil repose, Surrounded by roses, red as love's sweet throes. Her eyes closed, in slumber deep, Her lips, a promise, in silent sleep, The roses, like passion's burning fire, Dance around her, with heart's desire. In this still scene, where light and dark entwine, A tale of love, and beauty divine, Unfolds, like a rose, in petals soft and slow, Revealing the depths, of a heart that glows. In this quiet moment, we find our peace, A reflection, of our own love's release, A symbol of hope, in the rose's gentle might, Guiding us through, the darkness of night.