Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A vision of beauty, like a dream, recalls The gentle touch of petals, red as love's first flame, That dances on the skin, and whispers a gentle name. The roses, like sentinels of passion, stand guard, Their velvet softness, a caress, so tender and so scarred. The face, a canvas, pale as alabaster bright, A masterpiece of elegance, in the stillness of the night. The lips, a rosebud's promise, full of secrets untold, Invite the gaze, to linger, young and old. In this serene tableau, where beauty reigns supreme, The roses and the woman, a harmonious dream. A symphony of red, and white, and shadowy gray, A dance of light and darkness, in a gentle, loving way. The heart beats slow, as the beauty of the scene, Unfolds like a rose, in the stillness of the dream.