Rose Requiem

In the depths of slumber, she finds solace among the roses, Their velvet petals a gentle caress, a soothing repose. The red hue of passion, a symbol of love's fierce flame, That burns bright, even in the stillness of her tranquil frame. Her lips, a crimson whisper, a promise of secrets untold, A beauty that transcends the boundaries of the cold. The roses, like sentinels of love, guard her peaceful rest, As she dreams of whispers, of tender touch, and love's sweet nest. In this serene tableau, we find a truth profound, That beauty and tranquility are intertwined, a harmony unbound. The roses, a crown of splendor, a diadem of might, Adorn her slumber, a testament to love's enduring light. In this portrait, we behold a vision of serene delight, A celebration of beauty, in all its forms, a wondrous sight.