Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden's visage, pale as moonlit wall, Her tresses, dark as night's mysterious veil, Entwined with roses, red as love's unspoken tale. The roses, like crimson whispers, gently sway, Around her face, a passionate, floral array, Her lips, a ruby promise, sealed and divine, As if the very essence of love's heart doth entwine. In this still moment, she is lost in dreams, Her eyes, like sapphires, veiled, it seems, The roses, a crown, upon her brow do lie, A symbol of love's beauty, and its transient sigh. The darkness, a canvas, stretched wide and deep, A backdrop for the roses, in slumber, softly keep, The maiden's form, a statue, chiseled with care, A testament to love's enduring, ethereal air. In this tableau, we find a peaceful nest, A world of beauty, where love is forever at rest.