Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A maiden's form, in monochrome array, Lies lost in thought, her beauty on display, With roses red, that in her hair do stay. Her eyes, closed tight, as if in prayer, Her lips, a gentle curve, a whispered care, The roses, like rubies, dark and bright, Adorn her tresses, in a wondrous sight. In this still moment, she is free, A vision of serenity, for you and me, To bask in the beauty, of this rose-kissed scene, And let the world's din, fade into the dream. For in this image, we find a peaceful nest, A refuge from life's storms, where love finds rest, And though the roses, may wither and fade, The memory of this moment, will forever be displayed.