Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the shadow of her eyelids, a tale unfolds,
A story of beauty, of love, of hearts made of gold.
The roses, like rubies, blazing with inner fire,
A symbol of passion, that never tires.
Her lips, a rosebud's promise, inviting and sweet,
A whispered secret, that only the heart can meet.
The light dances upon her skin, a gentle caress,
As if the very heavens, had sent a gentle breeze.
In this fleeting moment, she is free,
A vision of loveliness, for you and me.
The roses, they whisper, of a love that's true,
A love that's strong, and forever new.