Rose Requiem

In the depths of crimson, she lies entwined, A vision of beauty, where petals are aligned. Her lips, a whispered promise, red as the night, Eyes closed, in reverie, a peaceful sight. The roses, like sentinels, guard her serene face, A halo of love, in a dark, sacred space. Her skin, a canvas, smooth and fair, Reflects the soft glow, beyond compare. In this still moment, she is free, A fleeting dream, for you and me. The roses whisper secrets, of love and its might, As she sleeps, bathed in their gentle light. A moment's peace, in a world astray, A beauty to cherish, in a fleeting day.