Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall,
A vision blooms, a rose-entwined call.
The woman's face, a canvas white,
Adorned with blooms, a gentle, silent night.
Her lips, a whispered promise, red as sin,
Invite the heart to let love seep in.
The roses, like sentinels of old,
Guard the mysteries her heart doth hold.
In this serene and dreamlike state,
She finds solace, an ethereal weight.
The roses whisper tales of old,
Of love and loss, of hearts made bold.
In their red petals, a story's spun,
Of passion's fire, and a heart that's won.
The woman's beauty, a work of art,
A masterpiece, a gentle, loving heart.
In this quiet moment, she is free,
A rose requiem, for you and me.