Rose Requiem

In the shadow of the rose, she finds her peace, A moment's stillness, a lifetime's release. The light dances upon her skin so fair, A fleeting glimpse of beauty, beyond compare. Her eyes closed, in reverie, she sways, As petals fall, like tears, in silent ways. The world outside recedes, and she is free, In this moment, she is eternity. The rose, a symbol of love and pain, A reflection of the heart's deepest stain. Yet, in its beauty, she finds solace true, A sense of peace, that only beauty can imbue. In the stillness, she finds her strength, A quiet resolve, that will guide her length.