Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the depths of shadows, a vision unfurls,
A maiden adorned with roses, her spirit twirls.
With eyes closed, she savors the scented air,
Her lips, a crimson whisper, beyond compare.
The red roses woven in her hair,
A symbol of passion, beyond despair.
The diamonds that dance upon her ear,
Reflect the light, and banish fear.
In this moment, she is free,
A vision of beauty, for you and me.
Her tranquility, a balm to the soul,
A reminder of life's fleeting role.
The roses, a metaphor for love's fire,
That burns within, a heart's greatest desire.
In this portrait, we find our own tale,
A story of hope, of love that prevails.