Rose Requiem

In the stillness of her gaze, a tale unfolds, Of petals and shadows, where love and sorrow hold. The roses, like whispers, surround her face, A gentle caress, a melancholic, sacred space. Her lips, a crimson promise, sealed and divine, Invite the viewer to a world both fierce and fine. The darkness of her hair, a mysterious shroud, Conceals and reveals, in an eternal, velvet cloud. The red roses, like passion's flames, burn bright and true, A symbol of the heart, both fierce and new. In this portrait, a story of beauty and pain, A testament to the human heart, forever sustained. The soft, white skin, a canvas of emotion, A reflection of the soul, in quiet devotion. The roses, like tears, fall gently on her face, A poignant reminder of love's bittersweet, sacred space.