Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the shadows, a vision of beauty lies,
With roses woven into her dark, flowing guise.
Her eyes, like moonlit nights, softly glow,
As she basks in the light, her spirit starts to grow.
The red roses, a symbol of love and desire,
Adorn her hair, a fiery, passionate fire.
Her lips, a crimson whisper, inviting and bright,
In the darkness, a beacon, shining with gentle might.
The light dances upon her skin, a gentle caress,
As she stands, a vision, in quiet, contemplative dress.
With every glance, a story unfolds,
Of a soul, both fierce and delicate, young and old.
In this moment, she is free,
A rose in bloom, wild and carefree.