Rose Requiem

In the embrace of velvet petals, she finds solace, A serene escape from the world's loud voices. The roses, like whispers of a gentle lover, Caress her skin, a soothing balm for the soul. Her lips, a crimson promise, sealed in stillness, As the world outside fades into the shadows. In this quiet, she is free to roam, In the realm of dreams, where petals become her home. The red roses, a symbol of passion and fire, Dance around her, a mesmerizing, slow desire. Their beauty is a reflection of her inner strength, A testament to the beauty that lies within, at length. In this peaceful scene, she is one with the flowers, A harmony of flesh and petal, a gentle hour. The roses, like tears of joy, fall around her, As she surrenders to the beauty that she is, and more.