Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the depths of crimson, she lies serene,
A vision of beauty, amidst roses unseen.
Her lips, a fiery kiss, that beckons and teases,
As petals surround her, in tender ease.
The darkness enfolds, a mysterious shroud,
Yet, in the shadows, her spirit is avowed.
With eyes closed, she breathes the scented air,
And in the stillness, her soul is laid bare.
The roses, like guardians, watch over her sleep,
Their thorns, a reminder, of the secrets they keep.
In this quiet moment, she is free to roam,
In the realm of dreams, where love is the home.
The red roses, a symbol, of passion and fire,
That burns within her, a heart's deepest desire.
In this portrait, we see, a beauty so rare,
A fleeting glimpse, of a moment so fair.