Rose Requiem

In the shadow of beauty, she stands alone, Adorned with roses, her spirit is shown. Eyes closed, a moment of serene peace, A fleeting glance at her inner release. The red roses, like passion's burning fire, Dance in her hair, a heart's greatest desire. With every curve, a story unfolds, Of love, loss, and the beauty that's told. Her lips, a promise of secrets untold, A whispered tale of a heart that's bold. In this moment, she is free and fair, A vision of elegance, beyond compare. The light dances on her skin so bright, A beacon in the darkness of night. Her presence is a work of art divine, A masterpiece that touches the heart's shrine.