Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden sleeps, surrounded by roses' sway, Red petals dance, like whispers in her ear, As she dreams of love, and secrets held so dear. Her lips, a rosebud's promise, soft and bright, Invite the night, to join in gentle delight. The roses, like sentinels of love's dark fire, Guard her slumber, with a tender, sweet desire. In this still moment, time stands still, As beauty's essence, her soul does fill. The roses' fragrance, a sensual, sweet treat, Fills the air, with a heady, perfumed repeat. In this quiet scene, a story's told, Of love, and beauty, young and old. The roses, like a lover's gentle caress, Soften the darkness, and bring forth tenderness.