Rose Requiem

In the depths of crimson, a vision lies in stillness, A porcelain face, surrounded by velvet red roses' gentle kiss. Her hair, a cascade of silver, entwined with petals so fine, A beauty serene, in slumber's dark, divine. The roses, like sentinels of love, guard her peaceful rest, Their thorns, a reminder of life's bittersweet nest. In this tableau of contrasts, where shadows softly fall, Lies a tale of beauty, fleeting, yet standing tall. The red roses, a symbol of passion, of love's fierce flame, Envelop her, a cocoon of dreams, where heart and soul proclaim. In this sanctuary of flowers, she finds her peaceful nest, A place where love and beauty reign, and the heart is at rest. The roses whisper secrets, of a love that's strong and true, A love that's wrapped in mystery, and forever shines anew. In this rose requiem, we find solace, a balm for the soul, A reminder of love's beauty, that makes us whole.