Rose Requiem
Reflection
In slumber, she is surrounded by the velvet kiss of red roses,
A sea of passion, a dance of shadows and light.
Her lips, a whispered promise, a gentle curve of red,
A beauty that transcends, a soul now freed.
The roses, like tender fingers, caress her skin,
As if to shield her from the world's din and din.
In this serene tableau, she finds her peace,
A moment's stillness, a heart's release.
The red roses, symbols of love and desire,
Enfold her, a protective, loving fire.
In their depths, her story is told, a tale of love and loss,
A beauty that remains, forever on the countenance.
This is her requiem, a celebration of her grace,
A final farewell, a memory to embrace.