Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A vision emerges, serene beyond them all. A woman's face, a canvas white as stone, Adorned with roses, red as love's sweet moan. Her eyes, closed to the world's loud din, Drink in the beauty locked within. The roses, like passionate hearts, unfold, Their petals, whispers of a love yet untold. In this quiet scene, a tale is spun, Of beauty, love, and life, forever one. The roses, they encircle, a sacred nest, Protecting the peace, the stillness of her breast. In this moment, time stands still, and all is right, As the woman and the roses, in harmony take flight. A dance of beauty, a waltz of desire, Where love and peace, in tender whispers conspire.