Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the depths of crimson, she finds her peace,
A sea of roses, her soul's release.
With eyes closed, she breathes the scented air,
And in the beauty, her spirit is laid bare.
The red roses surround her, a velvet shroud,
A symbol of love, in a quiet, mystic crowd.
Her lips, a rosebud's promise, soft and bright,
Invite the darkness, into the light of night.
The shadows dance, upon her skin so fair,
As the roses whisper, their gentle, loving care.
In this still moment, she is free to be,
A goddess of beauty, in serenity.
The world outside fades, as she inhales the night,
And in the roses' perfume, her heart takes flight.
In the silence, she finds her inner voice,
A whispered truth, that makes her heart rejoice.
The roses, like tears, fall from above,
A celestial rain, that nourishes her love.
In this rose requiem, she finds her peaceful nest,
A place to rest, where love is forever at rest.