Rose Requiem
Reflection
In slumber, she lies entwined with crimson blooms,
A delicate dance of beauty and dreams.
The roses, like whispers, softly speak,
Of love, loss, and the secrets they keep.
Her face, a canvas of serene repose,
A portrait of peace, where worries dispose.
The red roses, a passionate, fiery shroud,
Enveloping her in their velvet crowd.
In this tableau, beauty and melancholy entwine,
A poignant reminder of life's fleeting design.
The roses, a symbol of love's enduring flame,
That burns bright, even in the stillness of her name.
In this quiet moment, we find our own peace,
A reflection of the beauty that our souls release.
The roses, a mirror to the heart's deep well,
Where emotions flow, and stories unfold and dwell.
In the rose requiem, we find our own voice,
A whispered promise of hope, a heartfelt choice.