Rose Serenade

In slumber, she is cradled by roses, her lips a deep crimson hue, A vision of beauty, where darkness and light renew. The red roses, like passionate whispers, surround her serene face, A gentle lover's caress, a soothing, sweet, and secret place. Her skin, a porcelain canvas, illuminated by subtle light, A masterpiece of contrasts, where shadows dance through the night. The roses, like velvet petals, soft and delicate as a sigh, Enfold her, a protective embrace, a sanctuary to lie. In this tranquil scene, she finds solace, a moment's peace, A respite from the world's loud din, a world to cease. The roses, red as passion, symbolize the fire that burns within, A flame that flickers, warm and low, a love that yearns to begin. In this serene and peaceful atmosphere, she finds her inner voice, A whispered promise, a gentle choice, to rejoice. The roses, like a lover's kiss, bestow their tender might, As she sleeps, surrounded by beauty, bathed in love's soft light.