Rose Requiem

In the depths of crimson, she lies entwined, A vision of beauty, her soul aligned. The roses surround her, a velvet shroud, A symbol of passion, in a silent crowd. Her lips, a deep red, a promise unspoken, Her eyes, closed softly, in a dream unbroken. The light dances upon her skin so fair, A gentle caress, beyond compare. In this still moment, she is free to be, A goddess of roses, in ecstasy. The world outside fades, as the roses unfold, A tale of love, of beauty, young and old. In this serene tableau, she finds her peace, A place where love and beauty never cease. The roses, a whisper, of secrets untold, A language of flowers, that only hearts can hold.