Eternal Rose Whisper

In the embrace of crimson petals, she rests, A silent queen, her gaze a mirror of the night. The roses whisper secrets of the soul, Their thorns a testament to beauty's bittersweet plight. Her eyes, closed in repose, yet alive with dreams, A canvas where the universe's stories are seen. The reds and shadows dance in a symphony of light, A tapestry woven from the threads of time and might. She is the keeper of secrets, the guardian of grace, A symbol of transformation, a beacon of her own space. In her stillness, we find our own truths, A reflection of the journey we must face. The roses, her crown, her armor, her shield, A talisman of strength, a reminder of what we yield. In this moment, she is eternal, a whisper of grace, A testament to the power of the human face.