Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall,
A vision stirs, amidst the roses' call.
Her silver hair, a river's gentle stream,
That weaves through petals, a serene dream.
The red roses, like passionate whispers, rise,
As she ascends, with eyes closed, to the skies.
Her lips, a whispered promise, soft and low,
Invite the darkness, and the roses' glow.
In this still moment, time stands still,
As beauty's essence, the heart doth fill.
The roses' thorns, a reminder of life's pain,
Yet, in their beauty, love's solace remains.
In this quiet reverie, she finds her peace,
A fleeting moment, where the world's release.
The roses' scent, a haunting, sweet refrain,
Echoes through her soul, a love in vain.
In this poignant tableau, we find our own
Reflection of the beauty, we've known.
A testament to love's transformative might,
That turns our darkness into radiant light.