Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden lies, in roseate array, Her tresses woven, with crimson delight, A somber beauty, in the fading light. Her skin, a canvas, pale and fair, Inviting roses, to softly share, The gentle curves, of her peaceful face, A serene landscape, in a secret place. The roses, like tears, from heaven's own heart, Fall softly, a gentle, loving work of art, Their petals, a whispered promise, sweet and low, A lullaby, of love, in the silence below. In this still moment, she finds her peace, A world of sorrow, in a rose's release, The thorns, a reminder, of life's sharp pain, Yet, in their beauty, love remains.