Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the depths of slumber, she finds solace amidst the velvet petals.
The roses, like sentinels of passion, guard her serene visage.
Her lips, a subtle smile, hint at secrets kept and tales untold.
The shadows dance upon her skin, a chiaroscuro waltz of light and darkness.
In this fleeting moment, she is both fragile and unyielding, a paradox of beauty and strength.
The roses, a crown of ardor, adorn her brow, as if to consecrate her in the mystique of the night.
Her presence is a whispered promise, a gentle breeze that stirs the soul.
In the stillness, she reigns, a monarch of the heart's deepest desires.