Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A serene visage, lost in reverie, Amidst the roses, red as love's last sigh, A beauty lies, in slumber's mystery. The roses, like velvet whispers, soft and low, Enfold her, in a gentle, crimson glow. Her face, a porcelain mask, serene and still, Reflects the beauty, of a soul that's unfulfilled. In this dark world, where light and darkness blend, The roses' splendor, is her gentle friend. Together they dance, in a waltz of sorrow and grace, A poignant reminder, of life's fleeting pace. In this quiet moment, we find our peaceful nest, A refuge from the world's loud, jarring unrest. The roses' beauty, is a balm to the soul, A symbol of love, that makes us whole.