Rose Requiem

In the stillness, she finds her voice, A melody of petals, a symphony of choice. The roses, like whispers, surround her form, A guardian of beauty, a keeper of the storm. Her eyes, like shadows, hide the depths within, A mystery that beckons, a tale to begin. The red roses, like passion, like fire and desire, Dance around her, a sensual, mournful choir. In this moment, she is free, untold, A canvas of emotions, a story yet untold. The roses, they whisper secrets in her ear, Of love, of loss, of dreams, of hope, of fear. And she, in their beauty, finds a peaceful nest, A place to rest, to heal, to be reborn, to be blessed.