Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A maiden lies, in roses' sway,
Her lips, a crimson, sensual gleam,
Invite the darkness, a silent dream.
The roses, like blood, upon her hair,
A fiery halo, beyond compare,
Her eyes, closed, in sweet repose,
As petals dance, like lovers' gentle blows.
In this still scene, a tale unfolds,
Of passion, beauty, young and old,
The roses, a symbol, of love's dark fire,
That burns within, a heart's deep desire.
The image whispers secrets, of the night,
A mystic language, that only hearts can ignite,
In this rose requiem, we find our peace,
A reflection, of love's eternal release.