Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play,
A vision emerges, ethereal and gray.
A maiden fair, with lips of crimson fire,
Her eyes closed, as if in sweet desire.
The roses surround her, a velvet shroud,
Their petals soft as the whispers of the crowd.
Her skin, a canvas, pale and smooth as stone,
Inviting the gaze, to linger and make it known.
The red roses, like passionate hearts that beat,
Enfold her, a tender, loving repeat.
In this still moment, time stands still,
As beauty and mystery entwine, a gentle will.
The world, it fades, as the roses take their place,
And in their beauty, the maiden's soul finds space.
To dream, to long, to be, to be set free,
In the rose requiem, where love and beauty be.