Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A maiden lies, in roseate array,
Her lips, a crimson, sensual gleam,
Invite the night, to a lover's dream.
Her eyes, closed, in sweet repose,
As petals soft, around her gently dispose,
The roses' velvet, a gentle caress,
A soothing balm, for her soul's dark dress.
In this still scene, where beauty reigns,
A sense of peace, and calm, remains,
The roses' fragrance, a subtle treat,
Fills the air, with a sensual, sweet repeat.
The darkness, a mysterious shroud,
Envelops the scene, in an intimate cloud,
The light, a whisper, a gentle breeze,
That stirs the roses, and rustles the trees.