Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A vision emerges, ethereal and gray. A maiden's face, a canvas fair, Adorned with roses, crimson, beyond compare. Her lips, a rosebud's promise keep, As petals dance, in slumber deep. The roses, like whispers, soft and low, Echo secrets, only dreams may know. In this still scene, where beauty reigns, A mystic language, love sustains. The roses, red as passion's fire, Illuminate the heart's deepest desire. In this tableau, where art and dream entwine, A tale of love, in silence, divine.