Rose Requiem

In the silence of slumber, she finds solace, Her lips, a crimson whisper, a promise of passion, The roses, like sentinels of love, guard her repose, Their velvet petals, a soft susurrus, a lullaby of devotion. In this chiaroscuro dance, light and shadow entwine, As the red roses weave a spell of enchantment and design, Her face, a canvas of contrasts, a study in black and white, A portrait of beauty, a testament to the power of the night. The roses, like rubies, scattered around her head, A crown of love, a symbol of the beauty that's been said, In this moment, she is free, unencumbered by the weight, Of the world outside, where love and loss create. In this stillness, she finds peace, a respite from the storm, A refuge in the beauty that surrounds her, a balm to soothe the form.