Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, Amidst the roses, she sleeps away, Her lips, a crimson, sensual delight, A beauty shrouded, in the night's soft light. The roses, like tears, upon her face, A melancholy beauty, a wistful, secret place, Her eyes, closed to the world's loud din, A peaceful slumber, where love and sorrow spin. In this still moment, she is free, A vision of loveliness, for you and me, A fleeting glimpse, of a beauty rare, A rose requiem, beyond compare. The red roses, a symbol of her heart, A passionate, and tender work of art, A beauty that, in darkness shines so bright, A guiding light, through the dark of night.