Rose Requiem

In the shadows, a rose blooms, its beauty fleeting, yet eternal. The woman's face, a canvas of elegance, adorned with the delicate petals, whispers tales of love and loss. Her eyes, closed in reverence, invite the light to dance upon her skin, a gentle caress that stirs the soul. The red roses, like rubies in her hair, symbolize the passion that once was, now a memory. The black lace, a mourning veil, shrouds her form, a testament to the transience of beauty. Yet, in this moment, she is timeless, a vision of serenity, a requiem for the heart.