Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A vision emerges, ethereal and gray. A woman's face, a canvas fair, Adorned with roses, beyond compare. Her lips, a crimson, sensual line, Invite the gaze, a sweet, secret shrine. The roses, dark, and red as night, Dance around her, a waltz of delight. In this still moment, she reigns supreme, A queen of beauty, a mystic dream. The roses, like tears, or passionate sighs, Framing her face, a lover's gentle surprise. In this, a tale of love, and loss, and pain, A requiem, for love's sweet refrain. The roses whisper secrets, of the heart, A language known, to those who've been apart. In this, a world of beauty, we find our peace, A fleeting glimpse, of love's release.