Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is crowned with roses, her lips a vibrant hue, A vision of beauty, amidst the darkness, anew. The red roses entwine her, a symbol of passion and fire, As she dreams, her soul takes flight, with heart's deepest desire. Her face, a porcelain mask, serene and still, A contrast to the vibrant blooms, that gently fill. The air with their sweet fragrance, a sensual delight, As she rests, surrounded by beauty, in the silent night. The roses, like tears of blood, fall from her hair, A poignant reminder, of love and passion's care. In this moment, she is free, her spirit unbound, A fleeting glimpse, of a beauty, profound. The roses, a symbol, of love's eternal flame, That burns within her, a fire, that fuels her heart's deepest claim. In this image, we find, a reflection of our own desire, A longing for beauty, and love's sweet, sweet fire.