Rose Requiem

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.