Rosacea

In the depths of slumber, she is crowned with roses, A queen of beauty, lost in dreams and repose. The red petals softly touch her skin so fair, A gentle caress, beyond the reach of care. Her face, a canvas, pale and serene, A portrait of peace, where worries are unseen. The roses surround her, a velvet shroud, A symbol of love, in a silent, darkened crowd. In this still moment, she finds her peace, A world away, from life's chaotic release. The roses whisper secrets, of a love so true, A language only known, to hearts that renew. In this image, we see a beauty rare, A fleeting glimpse, of a moment beyond compare. A moment to cherish, a sight to behold, A beauty that touches, the heart and soul.