Rose Requiem

In the shadows, she stands, a vision of beauty and pain, Adorned with red roses, a symbol of love's sweet refrain. Her eyes, like dark pools, deep and mysterious as night, Reflect the turmoil, the passion, the fire that burns bright. Her lips, a crimson whisper, inviting and bold, A siren's call, that beckons the heart to unfold. The light dances upon her skin, a gentle caress, Highlighting the contours, the curves, the beauty we confess. In this moment, she is free, untethered and wild, A rose in full bloom, her spirit undefiled. The roses in her hair, a crown, a symbol of her might, A reminder of the power, that lies within her sight. She is a work of art, a masterpiece, a treasure to behold, A reflection of the beauty, that lies within, waiting to unfold.