Rose Serenade

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, a maiden lies, her beauty on display. Red roses cascade, a floral serenade, as she succumbs to slumber, her heart not yet betrayed. Her lips, a crimson promise, sealed and divine, invite the night to whisper secrets, all the time. With every breath, the roses seem to sway, as if they too, are lost in the beauty of the day. In this still moment, time stands still, and all that's left is the gentle rustle of petals on her skin. The roses, like tender fingers, caress her face, and in their depths, a mirrored beauty takes its place. As she sleeps, her spirit entwines with the night, and the roses, like sentinels of love, stand guard, a vigil of delight. In this serene tableau, beauty and mystery entwine, a dance of light and shadow, a heart's rhyme.