Rose Requiem

In the depths of slumber, she finds solace among the roses, Their velvet petals a gentle caress, a soothing repose. The red hue of the flowers, a reflection of her inner fire, A passionate heart that beats with a quiet desire. Her lips, a crimson whisper, a promise of secrets untold, A mysterious smile that hints at stories yet to be told. The darkness of her hair, a rich and fertile soil, Nourishing the beauty that blooms, a true work of art in toil. In this serene and peaceful scene, she is free to roam, A world of dreams, where love and beauty are her home. The roses, a symbol of her strength, a testament to her might, A reminder that even in slumber, she is a guiding light. Her beauty is a reflection of the beauty within, A soul that is pure, and a heart that is kin. To the roses, she is a sister, a kindred spirit true, Together they bloom, a testament to the beauty that shines through.