Rose Requiem

In the depths of her gaze, a rose blooms with secrets untold. Her lips, a whispered promise of love and sorrow. The red rose, a symbol of passion and heartache, A tale of beauty and pain, forever entwined. Her dark hair, a cascade of mystery and night, Framing a face that shines with a soft, ethereal light. The delicate petals, a gentle caress on her skin, As she holds the rose, a moment of beauty locked within. In this fleeting instant, a story unfolds, Of love, loss, and longing, forever told. The rose, a reflection of her soul's dark fire, A burning passion that consumes, yet never tires. In her eyes, a depth of emotion, a sea of blue, A mysterious world, where love and sorrow renew. The rose, a token of her heart's deepest pain, A symbol of the beauty that remains, despite the strain. A moment captured, a lifetime of emotions conveyed, In the gentle curve of her lips, a story is displayed.