Rose Serenade
Reflection
In slumber, she is surrounded by the velvet touch of red roses,
their beauty a gentle caress on her skin so fair.
The soft petals dance with shadows, a waltz of desire,
as she rests, her lips a vibrant hue, a siren's gentle fire.
Her dark hair, a cascade of night, entwines with the blooms,
red roses, a symbol of passion, in a silent, sweet perfume.
In this serene tableau, she is one with the flowers,
their beauty, a reflection of her inner, mystic hours.
The red roses, like whispers of a lover's gentle kiss,
brush against her cheek, a tender, ethereal bliss.
In this moment, time stands still, as she and the roses entwine,
in a dance of beauty, where love and dreams are divine.