Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is cradled by petals of desire, A sea of red roses, a somber, velvet fire. Her lips, a deep crimson, a promise unspoken, As she rests, surrounded by beauty, unbroken. The roses, like tears, fall gently around, A melancholy serenade, a love profound. In this still moment, she finds her peace, A refuge from the world's din, her soul's release. The roses, a symbol of love's bittersweet refrain, Echoing the beauty, and the pain. In this tableau, she is free to be, A vision of loveliness, wild and carefree. The roses, a gentle lover's caress, As she sleeps, surrounded by their tender mess. In this dreamlike state, she is reborn, A phoenix from the ashes, her heart sworn.