Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the shadow of beauty, she stands alone,
Adorned with roses, a melancholy throne.
Her eyes, like windows to a soul so bright,
Closed, as if in reverie, or endless night.
The red lips, a promise of passion untold,
A secret keeper, of stories yet untold.
The roses, a symbol of love and of pain,
Tied to her hair, a bittersweet refrain.
The light dances upon her skin so fair,
A gentle caress, beyond compare.
In this moment, she is lost in thought,
A world within her, where emotions are caught.
The darkness around, a mysterious shroud,
That veils her heart, in a silent cloud.
Yet, in this stillness, there's a beauty found,
A quiet strength, that echoes all around.
A rose requiem, a hymn to her name,
A celebration of life, in all its flame.