Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the shadow of beauty, she stands alone,
A rose in her hair, a heart of stone.
Her eyes closed, as if in prayer,
A moment's peace, from the world's despair.
The red rose blooms, a symbol of love,
A fleeting beauty, sent from above.
Her lips, a whisper, of a secret kept,
A mystery, that only she has slept.
The light dances, upon her skin,
A gentle touch, that soothes within.
In this moment, she is free,
A rose requiem, for you and me.