Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden's visage, pale as moon's pale call, With lips aflame, like roses in the night, She whispers secrets, a gentle, loving light. The red roses, like rubies in her hair, A symbol of passion, beyond compare, Her eyes, closed in reverie, or prayer, A moment's peace, in love's tumultuous air. The monochrome world, with color's subtle might, A contrast blooms, in the rose's rich light, A beauty haunting, a melancholy sigh, A fleeting glimpse, of a love that's passing by. In this still moment, we find our own peace, A reflection of love's joy, and its release, A rose requiem, for love's tender pain, A beauty that remains, a love that remains.