Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A vision emerges, veiled in red rose's call. Eyes closed, she whispers secrets to the night, Her lips, a crimson promise, a gentle delight. The roses, like sentinels of love and pain, Guard her serene face, a beauty to remain. In this dark canvas, light and shadow play, Dancing upon her skin, in a gentle, loving way. Her presence is a whispered promise, a vow to be, A fleeting moment, captured in eternity. The roses, a crown, a symbol of her mystique, A beauty that transcends, a soul that seeks. In this still moment, she is free to be, A vision of loveliness, for you and me.