Rose Requiem

In the depths of slumber, she finds solace among the roses, Their velvet petals a gentle caress, a soothing repose. The red hue of the blooms, a reflection of her inner fire, A passionate heart that beats with a quiet, inner desire. Her lips, a crimson whisper, a promise of secrets untold, A beauty that is both fierce and delicate, young and old. The roses, like tears, fall around her, a melancholy refrain, A lament for the beauty that is both hers and not hers to claim. In this moment, she is lost in the beauty of the night, A siren, a seductress, a vision of pure delight. The roses, they whisper her name, a gentle, loving refrain, As she sleeps, surrounded by the beauty that brings her pain. And when she wakes, the roses will still be there, A reminder of the beauty that she holds, and the love that she shares.