Rose Requiem

In the depths of slumber, she finds solace among the roses, Petals entwined with her hair, a gentle, loving repose. The red blooms, like passionate whispers, surround her serene face, A testament to the beauty that time cannot erase. Her lips, a vibrant crimson, a subtle smile plays, As if the roses' sweet fragrance brings her peaceful days. In this dreamlike state, she is one with the flowers, Their delicate petals a reflection of her inner hours. The soft, monochromatic skin, a canvas of elegance, Contrasts with the bold, red roses, a dance of light and fragrance. In this tranquil scene, we find a moment's peace, A fleeting glimpse of serenity, the roses' release. The woman, lost in repose, is free from worldly care, Her beauty, like the roses, beyond compare. In the stillness, she finds her strength, her heart's desire, A sense of calm, a love that never tires. The roses, like guardians of her rest, watch over her sleep, Their beauty, a reflection of the beauty she keeps.