Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A visage serene, amidst red roses' call, Gray locks entwine with petals, a gentle sway, As lips, aflame with passion, whisper away. The world, in monochrome, fades to black and white, Yet, in this moment, color takes flight. Red roses, like secrets, softly unfold, A mystic tale of love, young and old. In this stillness, beauty reigns supreme, A fleeting glimpse of a timeless dream. The roses, like tears, fall from above, A requiem for love, a labor of endless love. In this portrait, a story is told, Of passion, beauty, and a heart that's cold. Yet, in the roses, a warmth is found, A symbol of love that forever resounds.