The Rose Requiem

In the depths of crimson, she finds her peace, A sea of roses, her soul's release. With eyes closed, she surrenders to the night, Her lips, a whispered promise, a gentle delight. The roses surround her, a velvet shroud, A symbol of love, that in death, is avowed. In this dark beauty, she finds her home, A place where love and loss are forever known. The roses whisper secrets, of a love so true, A requiem for the heart, that beats anew. In this stillness, she finds her strength, A beauty that transcends, the mortal length. The roses, a testament, to love's pure might, A celebration, of the beauty in sight.