Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is crowned with roses red, Their petals soft as the dreams in her head. Her lips, a crimson whisper, invite the night, As darkness dances with the light. The roses, like tears of passion, fall around, A melancholy beauty, serene and profound. In this still moment, she is free to be, A vision of loveliness, for you and me. The roses, a symbol of love's bittersweet pain, Remind us that beauty is not just a gain. For in their thorns, we find the truth we bear, And in her sleep, a peaceful beauty share. Her face, a canvas, painted with gentle care, A masterpiece of art, beyond compare. The roses, a halo, shining bright and bold, A crown of love, that never grows old. In this image, we find a peaceful nest, A place to rest, and be our best.