Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is cradled by crimson petals, A serene visage, a porcelain doll's gentle settle. Red roses encircle, a passionate, floral sigh, As if love itself had wrapped her in its tender lie. Her lips, a vibrant red, a flush of life's warm kiss, Contrast with skin as pale as alabaster's gentle wish. The roses, dark and mysterious, a symbol of the heart, A labyrinth of emotions, where love and pain never depart. In this tableau, she is the epitome of beauty and rest, A fleeting moment captured, forever etched in the breast. The roses, like memories, surround her, a bittersweet refrain, A reminder of love's beauty, and its transient, fading strain. In the stillness, her beauty shines, a beacon in the night, A guiding light that beckons, a gentle, loving sight.