Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden lies, entwined with roses gray. Her tresses flow, a river's gentle stream, As petals dance, a lover's tender dream. The red roses, like passion's burning fire, Enfold her, a sweet and secret desire. Her eyes, closed soft, as if in slumber deep, Invite the roses' whispered promises to keep. In this still moment, time stands still, As beauty's essence, the heart doth fill. The roses' scent, a haunting, sweet refrain, Echoes through the chambers of the heart's deep pain. And in their beauty, we find our own, A reflection of the love that we've known. The roses' thorns, a reminder of love's cost, A symbol of the passion that forever lost. In this image, we see our own heart's desire, A longing for the love that sets the soul on fire. The rose requiem, a lament for love's own sake, A celebration of beauty, for the heart's own make.