Rose Requiem
Reflection
In slumber, she is crowned with roses, her lips a deep crimson hue.
The flowers entwine her, a gentle lover's caress.
Her face, a canvas of serene beauty, etched with the soft whispers of dreams.
The roses, like rubies, glow with an inner light, as if infused with her very essence.
In this tranquil scene, she is one with the flowers, a harmony of flesh and petal, a symphony of red and white.
The world is hushed, and in the stillness, her beauty shines, a beacon of peace and serenity.