Rose Requiem

In the depths of slumber, she finds solace among the roses, A sea of red petals, a gentle, loving repose. Her lips, a vibrant kiss, a promise of passion's fire, As she rests, surrounded by beauty, her heart's one desire. The roses, like whispers, softly spoken, a lullaby sweet, As she dreams, her soul entwined with the flowers at her feet. In this serene tableau, time stands still, and all is right, A moment's peace, a lifetime's beauty, in the rose's gentle light. The world, with all its strife, fades into the background's hush, As she, in slumber, finds her haven, her heart's gentle rush. In the rose's embrace, she is free, her spirit unconfined, A vision of loveliness, a beauty, so divine. The roses, a symbol of love, of passion, of life's fleeting dream, As she sleeps, surrounded, her heart, in the rose's soft theme.