Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A vision stirs, a beauty beyond them all. A woman's face, a canvas of desire, Where roses bloom, and passion's fire aspires. Her eyes, like sapphires, dark and deep, Reflect the night, where secrets sleep. The rose, a symbol of love's fierce might, Adorns her hair, a crimson, velvet night. Her lips, a rosebud's promise keep, A whispered vow, in silence deep. The wind, a gentle lover, whispers low, As petals dance, like lovers, in the glow. In this, a tale of beauty, pain, and art, A rose requiem, that speaks to the heart. A moment's beauty, frozen in time's frame, A fleeting glance, of love's eternal flame. The rose, a metaphor, for life's brief span, A reminder to cherish, love's sweet plan. In this, a woman's beauty, we find our own, A reflection, of love's mysterious throne.