Rose Requiem
Reflection
In slumber, she is crowned with roses red,
A somber beauty, in repose, is spread.
The world outside fades, as petals unfold,
A tale of love, loss, and memories cold.
Her lips, a crimson whisper, softly gleam,
As red roses dance, in a mournful dream.
In this still scene, where shadows softly fall,
A quiet strength, a beauty, hears the call.
Of red roses, a symbol of heart's deep pain,
And in their beauty, a story remains.
A moment frozen, in time's relentless flight,
A rose requiem, for the heart's last light.
In this serene and melancholic sight,
Lies a deep truth, a beauty, a guiding light.
That in the roses, and her peaceful face,
We find a reflection of our own inner space.
A space where love, loss, and memory entwine,
And in the red roses, our hearts are aligned.