Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden lies, entwined in roses' velvet call. Her lips, a crimson whisper, beckon near, As petals dance, like lovers, in the silent air. Her eyes, closed to the world, yet open wide To the mystic realm where love and dreams reside. The roses, red as passion, wrap her form divine, A floral shroud that whispers secrets, sublime. In this still scene, where beauty reigns supreme, A tale of love, loss, and memory, it would seem. The roses, like tears, fall gently on her skin, As if the very heavens wept for her within. In this tableau of beauty, we find our peace, A reflection of the love that our souls release. The rose requiem, a hymn to love's pure fire, Echoes through eternity, a heart's desire. In the silence, her spirit takes flight, Beneath the roses, where love shines with all its might.