Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A serene visage, like alabaster, stands tall. Red roses, like passionate whispers, surround her face, A gentle breeze stirs, and petals softly sway in place. Her eyes, closed, as if in slumber deep, Invite the viewer to a world of dreams to keep. The roses, a symbol of love's fierce, burning fire, Enfold her, a tender, loving, sweet desire. In this still moment, time itself is lost, As beauty, fragile, and mortality are crossed. The roses' velvet softness, a sensual delight, Contrasts with the subject's porcelain, pale light. A dance of light and shadow, on her skin so fair, Echoes the fleeting nature of life, beyond compare. In this image, a tale of love, loss, and memory is told, A story of the human heart, forever to be told.