Rose Serenade

In the dark, a vision unfolds, A woman, surrounded by roses, young and bold. Her lips, a crimson hue, inviting and bright, Her eyes, closed, in a peaceful, dreamy night. The roses, red and lush, a crown on her head, A symbol of love, in the darkness, they've bled. Their petals soft, like silk to the touch, Fragrant as the scent, that they clutch. The woman's skin, a porcelain glow, A reflection of the roses, in a gentle flow. In this serene scene, we find our peace, A moment's stillness, the world's wild release. The roses, a garland, a symbol of love's might, Enveloping the woman, in their gentle light. In this image, we see, a beauty so rare, A moment, frozen, beyond compare.