Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A vision blooms, a rose-entwined call. The woman's form, a canvas white, Adorned with roses, red as the heart's plight. Her lips, a crimson whisper, invite The beauty of the roses, a sensual delight. Her eyes, closed to the world's loud din, Drink in the sweetness, the rose's perfume within. The roses, like passion's fierce flame, Dance around her, a waltz, a lover's game. In this still moment, she is free, A rose requiem, a symphony. The roses, a symbol of love's pure fire, Enfold her, a gentle, sweet desire. In this serene, monochromatic space, The roses shine, a vibrant, red embrace. A moment's beauty, a lifetime's sigh, A rose requiem, a gentle, loving goodbye.