Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden's visage, serene, fades away. Her tresses, like autumn leaves, astray, Dance with the breeze, in a wistful sway. The roses, like rubies, ablaze with desire, Entwine her form, in a passionate, sweet fire. Her eyes, closed, as if in slumber deep, Yet, in her beauty, a story they keep. The light, a whisper, on her skin so fair, A gentle caress, beyond compare. In this still moment, she is free to be, A vision of loveliness, for you and me. The roses, a symbol, of love's dark might, Enfold her, in their velvet, crimson light. In this tableau, of beauty and of pain, We find the echoes, of love's sweet refrain.