Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the shadows, a beauty resides,
With roses entwined, her spirit abides.
A fleeting glance, a moment's peace,
As the world outside her soul release.
Her lips, a crimson promise keep,
As the rose's thorn her heart doth seep.
In darkness, light upon her face,
A serene and mystic, sacred space.
The rose, a symbol of her heart's fire,
A passion that never doth retire.
With every glance, a story's told,
Of love, of loss, of secrets old.
In this still moment, she is free,
A rose in bloom, wild and carefree.