Rose Requiem

In the depths of crimson, she finds her peace, A sea of roses, her soul's release. With lips that whisper secrets to the night, And eyes that hide the stars, a celestial light. Her skin, a canvas, pale and fair, A backdrop for the beauty that's beyond compare. The roses, like velvet, soft and deep, Envelop her, a tender, loving sleep. In this still moment, she is free to be, A vision of beauty, wild and carefree. The red roses, like passion's burning flame, Surround her, a symbol of love's eternal game. In this tranquil scene, we find our own peace, A reflection of the beauty that we can't release.