Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is cradled by petals of desire, A sea of red roses, a somber, sweet fire. Her face, a porcelain mask, serene and still, A vision of beauty, in a dreamless chill. The roses surround her, a velvet, crimson shroud, A symbol of love, that in death is avowed. Her lips, a gentle curve, a whispered promise kept, A beauty that in repose, is forever slept. In this tableau, she is free from pain, A fleeting moment, of love's sweet refrain. The roses, like tears, fall gently around, A mourning for beauty, that on her is found. In this quiet scene, we find a peaceful nest, A resting place, where love and beauty rest. The roses, a reminder, of life's fleeting sigh, A beauty that is lost, in the passing of time's eye.