Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the shadow of beauty, she stands alone,
A vision of elegance, a heart of stone.
Red roses entwined in her golden hair,
A symbol of passion, a tale beyond compare.
Her eyes closed, as if in silent prayer,
Her lips, a rosebud's promise, beyond despair.
The soft light dancing on her skin so fair,
A gentle caress, a moment beyond compare.
In this fleeting instant, she is free,
A queen of beauty, a soul wild and carefree.
The world outside fades, as she basks in the glow,
A moment of peace, in a world that may not know.
Her beauty is a gift, a treasure to behold,
A rose requiem, a story yet untold.