La Rosa Silente

In the depths of slumber, she is crowned with roses, A serene visage, a tranquil repose. The red blooms entwine her hair, As if the very essence of passion is woven into her lair. Her lips, a subtle smile, a whispered promise, A beauty that transcends the mortal coil. The roses, like rubies, glow with inner light, As if infused with the fire of the soul's deepest night. In this stillness, she is a goddess, untouchable and divine, A vision of loveliness, a heart that beats in rhyme. The roses, they seem to be a part of her, A manifestation of the beauty that she holds within, and stirs. A symbol of love, of passion, of the heart's deepest fire, A reminder that even in repose, the soul's embers never tire.