La Rosa Silente

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A vision lies, entwined with roses' call. Her lips, a crimson whisper, beckon near, As petals dance, in darkness, void of fear. With eyes closed, she surrenders to the night, Her beauty, a serene and mystic sight. The roses, like sentinels of love, surround, Guarding the secrets that her heart has found. In monochrome repose, her skin aglow, A canvas for the roses' vibrant show. The red of passion, against the pallor bright, A contrast that ignites the silent night. Her form, a silhouette of elegance and grace, A testament to beauty's tranquil, secret place. In this still moment, time stands still, and free, A tableau of serenity, for you and me. The roses, like a lover's gentle, tender touch, Caress her skin, in a soft, silent clutch. In this embrace, she finds her peaceful nest, A haven where love's whispers are forever at rest.