Midnight Rose Requiem

In the depths of slumber, she finds solace among the roses, A crimson sanctuary where petals unfold like tender kisses. Her lips, a ruby promise, sealed in quiet reverie, As the velvet blooms enfold her, a gentle, loving melody. The roses, dark and mysterious, a sensual, secret keep, Guarding the dreams that in her heart silently creep. In this still, moonlit tableau, she is free to roam, Among the shadows and the scent of roses, her spirit is home. The world outside recedes, and in its place, a peaceful nest, Where the softness of the flowers and the darkness are her rest. In this haven, she is reborn, her beauty unadorned and bright, A fleeting glimpse of perfection, in the rose's dark light. The roses, they whisper secrets, of a love that's yet to be, And in their depths, a reflection, of her own mystery. In the silence, she finds her voice, a whispered promise kept, A midnight rose requiem, where love and dreams are forever entwined.