Rose Requiem

In the depths of scarlet petals, she finds solace, A sea of red roses, a gentle, loving hold. Her skin, a porcelain canvas, delicate and fair, A masterpiece of beauty, beyond compare. Her lips, a crimson whisper, a promise of delight, A siren's call, that beckons through the night. Her eyes, closed in reverie, a peaceful sigh, As she surrenders to the beauty, that surrounds her, and the sky. In this surreal landscape, she is free to roam, A dreamer, lost in thought, in a world of her own. The roses, a symbol, of love, and passion's fire, A reminder of the beauty, that never tires. In this moment, she is one, with the flowers, and the night, A fleeting glimpse, of a beauty, that is her light.