Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall,
A woman's visage, etched in monochrome's call,
Hair aflame with whispers, wild and free,
Echoes the beauty of a melancholy sea.
Red roses, like passionate tears, cascade,
A waterfall of love, in sorrow's shade,
Her eyes, closed to the world's loud din,
Invite the silence, where heart and soul spin.
In this serene tableau, we find our peace,
A reflection of the beauty we release,
A moment's beauty, suspended in time's frame,
A fleeting glance, at love's eternal flame.
The roses, like our deepest desires, burn,
A fiery testament to love that yearns,
To be free, to be wild, to be untamed,
To be the flame that in our hearts is reclaimed.
In Rose Requiem, we find our own tale,
A story of love, loss, and the beauty that prevails.