Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, Amidst the roses, she lies in gray. Her lips, a crimson whisper, soft and low, As petals dance, like secrets, to and fro. The roses, dark and deep, enfold her form, A midnight garden, where love is born. Her eyes, closed to the world's loud din, Drink in the beauty, locked within. The roses' scent, a heady, sweet perfume, Fills the still air, a sensual, sweet bloom. In this quiet space, she finds her peace, A world of red, where love's mysteries release. The roses, like tears, fall from above, A cascade of passion, a labor of love. In this stillness, she is free to be, A creature of beauty, wild and carefree.