Rose Serenity

In the depths of crimson petals, she finds her peaceful nest, A vision of serenity, where love and dreams are blessed. Her face, a canvas of stillness, where shadows softly play, A moment's pause in the dance of life, where beauty holds its sway. The roses, like whispers of passion, surround her gentle form, As if to shield her from the world's din, and keep her heart warm. In this quiet, intimate scene, we find a truth profound, That beauty is not just seen, but felt, in the heart's deepest ground. The roses, red as love's own flame, that burns both bright and true, A symbol of the heart's own longing, for connection, for love anew. In this serene and peaceful image, we find a reflection deep, Of our own desires, our own longings, in the silence we keep. The soft, dark hair, the porcelain skin, a contrast to the roses' fire, A balance of elements, that speaks to the heart's own highest desire. To be enveloped, to be cherished, to be loved, to be free, In the beauty of this moment, we find our own serenity.