Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall,
A maiden lies, entwined with roses' call.
Her form, a canvas of serene repose,
Amidst the blooms, her spirit gently flows.
The red roses, like passionate hearts that beat,
Surround her, a floral, velvet repeat.
Her eyes, closed to the world's loud, jarring din,
Drink in the beauty, locked within.
In this still moment, she is free to be,
A vision of peace, for you and me.
The roses whisper secrets, of love and of pain,
As she holds one close, her heart's sweet refrain.
In this quiet scene, we find our own peace,
A reflection of our soul's deep release.
The roses, like memories, surround her head,
A crown of love, in this silent, sacred bed.
Her beauty shines, like a work of art divine,
A rose requiem, that touches the heart's deep shrine.