Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is surrounded by the beauty of red roses, A serene landscape of petals, a dance of delicate repose. Her lips, a vibrant crimson, a splash of life in monochrome sleep, A moment frozen, where beauty and peace softly creep. The roses, like tender whispers, gently caress her skin, As she rests, lost in a dream, where love and passion spin. In this quiet, intimate scene, we find a tale of desire, A story of beauty, both fierce and delicate, like a burning fire. The contrast of red and black and white, a visual serenade, Echoing the complexity of emotions, the depths we've yet to convey. In this portrait, we see the harmony of strength and grace, A testament to the beauty that in stillness, we find our sacred space. The roses, a symbol of love, of passion, of life's fleeting sigh, Remind us to cherish each moment, as the beauty passes us by. In the stillness of her rest, we find our own peaceful nest, A place where dreams and reality blend, and our hearts are at rest.