Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden's visage, serene, yet gray, Amidst the roses, red as love's last sigh, Her beauty weeps, with tears that dry. The roses, like passion's dying flame, Dance in the wind, a mournful, sweet refrain, Her eyes, closed to the world's loud din, Drink in the silence, and the scent within. In this still moment, she is free, A fleeting peace, for you and me, The roses, a symbol of love's dark might, A reminder of the beauty, in the night. The image whispers secrets, of the heart's deep core, A mystic language, that only love can store, In this quiet scene, we find our own release, A reflection of our deepest, most secret peace.