Rose Requiem

In the silence, she finds her voice, Among the roses, her spirit rejoices. The red petals, like whispers of the heart, Dance around her, a mystic work of art. Her eyes closed, as if in reverie, Her soul takes flight, wild and free. The roses, like guardians of her dreams, Stand watch, their beauty, it would seem. In this moment, she is one with the night, A fusion of darkness and light. The roses, a symbol of love and desire, Enfold her, like a burning fire. Her lips, a rosebud's promise, sealed, A vow to the mystery that she beholds. In the stillness, she finds her strength, A rose in bloom, her heart's length. The world, it fades, as she takes flight, In the realm of dreams, where roses ignite.