Rose Requiem

In the stillness of her gaze, a tale unfolds, A story of beauty, of love, of life and gold. The roses, like whispers, softly spoken, A gentle breeze that rustles, unbroken. Her face, a canvas, pale and serene, A backdrop for the vibrant roses' sheen. The red petals, like passion's fiery kiss, Dance around her, a sensual, sweet bliss. In this fleeting moment, she is free, A vision of elegance, a sight to see. The roses, a crown, upon her brow, A symbol of love, that forever will glow. In the silence, her beauty shines, A beacon of hope, a heart that aligns. With every petal, a memory is born, A testament to love, that will forever be sworn.