Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall,
A maiden lies, entwined with roses' call.
Her lips, a crimson whisper, invite the night,
As petals dance, a gentle, loving light.
Her eyes, closed to the world, yet see the deep,
Where beauty's truth and sorrow softly creep.
The roses, red as passion's burning fire,
Enfold her, a tender, heart's sweet desire.
In this still moment, time stands still,
As she, a vision, beauty's essence fulfills.
The roses' scent, a haunting, ethereal sigh,
Echoes through the soul, a gentle, loving goodbye.
In this serene tableau, we find our peace,
A reflection of the beauty we release.
The roses, a symbol of love's enduring might,
Envelop her, a soft, golden, fading light.