Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A vision blooms, in roses' array. A maiden fair, with lips of red, Among the flowers, her beauty is fed. Her eyes closed, as if in dream, The roses whisper secrets, it would seem. In monochrome, her form is cast, Except for lips, that passion will forever last. The roses, red as love's own fire, Enfold her, in their sweet, sweet desire. In this tableau, of beauty and might, She reigns, a queen, in the silent night. The roses, like tears, from heaven fall, Upon her face, a gentle, loving call. In their embrace, she finds her peace, A serenity, the world can't release. Her beauty, like the roses, is rare, A fleeting glimpse, beyond compare. In this moment, she is free to be, A vision of loveliness, for you and me.