Rose Requiem

In the shadows, a woman's face ascends, Her eyes closed, as if in silent prayer, Red roses entwined in her dark tresses, A symbol of love and passion, beyond measure. Her lips, a deep crimson, inviting and bold, A contrast to the darkness that surrounds her, The light dances across her skin, a gentle caress, Illuminating the contours of her face, a work of art. In this moment, she is lost in thought, Her beauty, a reflection of the soul's deepest sought. The roses, a reminder of love's bittersweet refrain, Echoing the whispers of the heart's deepest pain. In this portrait, we find a tale of love and longing, A woman's story, forever etched in time, a memory to hold.