Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A vision stirs, a beauty beyond them all. A maiden lies, her face a porcelain dream, Surrounded by roses, crimson as a lover's theme. Her lips, a rosebud's promise, red as desire, Invite the night, with passion's burning fire. The roses whisper secrets, of love and its might, As she sleeps, bathed in their gentle, ethereal light. In this still moment, time itself stands still, As beauty and mystery, in harmony, fulfill. The roses, like sentinels of love, stand guard, Watching over her, with a gentle, tender regard. In this tableau, a tale of love is told, Where beauty and roses, in death, are made of gold. The image speaks of love's transcendent power, A requiem for what is lost, in beauty's hour. In the silence, a story unfolds, Of a love that's eternal, young, and bold.