Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the depths of crimson, she finds her solace,
A sea of roses, her spirit's dark embrace.
With lips that whisper secrets to the night,
She surrenders to the beauty, a sensual delight.
Her eyes, like windows to the soul, closed tight,
As the red blooms dance, a passionate, mournful sight.
In this reverie, she is free, untold,
A tale of love, loss, and beauty, forever to be told.
The roses, like tears, fall from above,
A requiem for the heart, a labor of love.
In this stillness, she finds her peaceful nest,
A place where pain and joy are forever at rest.