Rose Requiem

In the depths of slumber, she finds solace among the roses, A sea of red petals, a gentle, crimson repose. Her face, a canvas of serene beauty, unadorned, A monochrome visage, where emotions are born. The roses, like whispers, surround her with their sighs, As if sharing secrets, of love, of life, of goodbyes. In this peaceful scene, time stands still, and fades, As the roses' beauty, her soul's tranquility shades. A moment frozen, where the world's din is lost, And in the silence, her heart is the cost. The roses, like guardians, watch over her rest, As she dreams of love, of life, of what has been and what's best. In this haven, she is free, her spirit untold, A tale of beauty, where the roses are the gold. The image speaks of peace, of serenity, of might, A moment's beauty, where love shines with all its light.