Rose Requiem

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.