Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall,
A vision stirs, a beauty beyond them all.
With eyes closed, she surrenders to the night,
Her lips, a whispered promise, a gentle delight.
The roses, like crimson tears, surround her form,
A floral coronet, a symbol of love's sweet storm.
Her hair, a wild tangle, flows like silver streams,
As she embodies the mystery of serene dreams.
In this monochromatic world, she stands apart,
A goddess veiled, with beauty in her heart.
The roses, like passionate kisses, on her skin,
Leave a trail of longing, a love within.
In this fleeting moment, she is free to be,
A rose requiem, a symphony of glee.
Her beauty is a reflection of the soul,
A mystic fusion, making the heart and spirit whole.