Rose Serenade
Reflection
In slumber, she is kissed by roses red,
A gentle lover's caress on her skin so fair.
The world fades, and in stillness, she is fed,
By the sweet scent of blooms beyond compare.
Her lips, a promise of secrets untold,
Invite the roses to a silent dance.
In this quiet moment, she is made of gold,
A treasure trove of beauty, a wondrous trance.
The roses whisper truths, of love and of heart,
As she sleeps, surrounded by their gentle art.
In this serene tableau, time stands still,
And in her beauty, the roses find their will.
A symphony of red and black and white,
A harmony of contrasts, a wondrous sight.
In this rose serenade, she finds her peace,
A moment's magic, where love and beauty cease.