Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A vision lies, entwined with roses' call. Her lips, a crimson whisper, beckon near, As petals dance, and darkness brings us here. With eyes closed, she surrenders to the night, A serene surrender, a peaceful, rose-lit sight. The roses, like sentinels of love and pain, Stand guard around her, a fragrant, crimson rain. In this still moment, time stands still, As beauty and mystery entwine, a gentle will. The roses' beauty, a reflection of her soul, A fleeting glimpse, a moment whole. In this quiet scene, we find our peace, A sense of calm, the world's wild release. The roses' softness, a balm to the heart, A reminder of life's fleeting work of art.