Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A woman lies, surrounded by roses' sway, Red petals dance, like whispers in her ear, As she succumbs to love's sweet, sorrowful lair. Her lips, a rosebud's promise, soft and bright, Invite the darkness, with a gentle might, Her eyes, closed to the world's loud, jarring din, Drink in the beauty, of the roses within. The flowers, like tears, fall from above, A mourning for love, a requiem of love, In this still moment, she is free to be, A vessel for the beauty, that's meant to be. The roses, like a lover's caress, surround, Her face, a canvas, where emotions are found, In this serene, and mystic, rose-filled space, She finds solace, in a peaceful, secret place.