Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, Amidst the roses, she fades away. Her lips, a whispered promise keep, As petals softly, her face do creep. Eyes closed, a serene, dreamlike state, The roses' beauty, her own does create. In monochrome, her skin does glow, A canvas, where emotions ebb and flow. The red roses, a fiery, beating heart, Pulsating life, a work of art. In this stillness, a story unfolds, Of love, of loss, of life, of secrets told. A requiem for the roses, and for her too, A celebration, of beauty, pure and true.