Rose Requiem
Reflection
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.