Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the depths of slumber, she finds solace among the roses,
A serene escape, where petals softly repose.
Her lips, a crimson whisper, a promise unspoken,
As red blooms entwine her, in a lover's gentle token.
The shadows dance upon her skin, a chiaroscuro's sigh,
A beauty born of contrasts, where light and dark collide.
In this still moment, she is free, a vision of delight,
A fleeting dream, where roses and slumber unite.
Her hair, a dark cascade, a river's gentle flow,
Where red roses drift, like leaves upon the stream's soft glow.
In slumber, she is reborn, her spirit renewed,
A rose requiem, where beauty and peace are imbued.
The world, it fades away, as she succumbs to rest,
A rose-petal pillow, where her dreams are nestled best.
In this quiet hour, she is a work of art divine,
A masterpiece of beauty, where love and peace entwine.