Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the shadows, a woman's face ascends,
Her eyes closed, as if in sweet transcendence.
Red roses entwine her hair, a symbol of desire,
As she basks in the soft, ethereal fire.
The lace upon her skin, a delicate shroud,
Inviting the viewer to pause, to be awed.
In this moment, she is free, unbound,
Her beauty, a reflection of the soul's profound.
The light dances upon her skin, a gentle caress,
As she surrenders to the beauty, she possesses.
A contemplative stillness, a sense of peaceful rest,
In this image, the viewer finds their own nest.
The roses, a reminder of love's bittersweet refrain,
Echoing the whispers of the heart's deepest pain.
Yet, in this moment, all is serene, all is made right,
As the woman's beauty shines, a beacon in the night.