Rose Serenade

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 draws clear. The roses, like sentinels of love and desire, Stand guard around her, a burning, crimson fire. In tranquil slumber, she finds her peaceful nest, Among the flowers, where passion's embers rest. The roses' scent, a heady, sweet perfume, Fills the air, as her beauty blooms in the room. A fleeting dream, a moment's pause, a sigh, As the roses weave their magic, passing by. In this still moment, time stands still, As beauty, love, and roses, gently fill. The space around her, a haven of serenity, Where the world's din and chaos, fade into clarity. And when she wakes, the roses will remain, A testament to love's enduring, sweet refrain.