Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the shadow of her gaze, roses bloom and wither,
A fleeting beauty, a moment's surrender.
Her lips, a crimson whisper, a promise unspoken,
As darkness dances around her, softly unbroken.
The light that touches her, a gentle caress,
Reveals the contours of a soul in quiet unrest.
With every strand of hair, a story unfolds,
Of love, loss, and the mysteries that enfold.
In her stillness, a world of emotion resides,
A portrait of contrasts, where light and shadow collide.
The roses in her hair, a symbol of passion's fire,
A reminder that beauty and pain often conspire.
In this moment, she is lost, yet found,
A paradox of vulnerability and strength unbound.
Her beauty is a reflection of the soul's deep well,
A mystery that beckons, a story to tell.