Rose Requiem
Reflection
In slumber, she is crowned with roses, her beauty a fleeting dream.
The red petals, like whispers of passion, surround her serene face.
Her lips, a promise of secrets untold, curve softly in repose.
The roses, a symbol of love and loss, entwine her, a gentle lover's caress.
In this moment, she is one with the flowers, a harmony of flesh and petal.
The darkness that surrounds them is not absence, but a presence, a depth that gives meaning to their beauty.
She is the rose, and the rose is she, a union of spirit and form.