Rose Serenade

In the depths of red roses, she finds her haven, A sea of velvet petals, a gentle, loving cradle. Her skin, a porcelain canvas, smooth and fair, A contrast to the fiery blooms that surround her with care. Her lips, a subtle smile, a whispered promise sweet, As she surrenders to the beauty that her soul can't help but meet. The roses, like tender fingers, gently caress, As she floats on a tide of passion, in serene happiness. In this embrace of flowers, she is free to be, A vision of elegance, wild and carefree. The red roses, a symbol of love's fierce flame, Enfold her, protect her, and whisper her name. In their midst, she is the heart, the center, the core, A beauty that shines, like a star, forever more. The softness of her skin, a contrast to the bold, Red roses that surround her, young and old. A moment captured, timeless, pure, and true, A beauty to behold, a heart that beats anew.