Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the shadow of beauty, she stands alone,
A vision of elegance, a heart of stone.
Red roses in her hair, a symbol of desire,
A flame that burns bright, a passion that never tires.
Her eyes closed, lost in thought, a world within,
A serene and peaceful soul, a beauty to begin.
The light dances upon her skin, a gentle caress,
A tender touch that whispers, 'you are loved, you are blessed.'
In this moment, she is free, a work of art divine,
A masterpiece of beauty, a heart that beats in rhyme.