Rose Requiem

In the stillness, she surrenders to the roses, Her lips, a crimson whisper, a silent sigh. The world fades to monochrome, save for the blooms, That surround her, a fiery, passionate perfume. Her eyes, closed, as if in reverie or sleep, Her face, a canvas, where emotions softly creep. The roses, like rubies, scattered, wild, and free, A testament to the beauty, that's meant to be. In this moment, she is one with the night, A vision of loveliness, a wondrous, rose-tinged light. The shadows dance, upon her skin so fair, As if the roses, were breathing, with a life of their own there. Her lips, they whisper, a secret, to the night, A language, only known, to the heart's deepest light. In this, a world of color, fades to black and white, Save for the roses, that shine, like beacons, in the night.