Rose Requiem

In the depths of crimson, she lies entwined, A vision of beauty, where petals are her shrine. The roses, like tears, fall gently on her face, As if mourning the beauty of a transient, sacred space. Her lips, a rosebud's promise, soft and divine, Invite the viewer to a world both sensual and sublime. The dark hair, a waterfall of night, Contrasts with skin, a canvas of pure light. In this tableau, she is both fragile and strong, A goddess in repose, where love and sorrow belong. The red roses, symbols of passion and of pain, Surround her, a guardian of memories, a lover's refrain. In this moment, time stands still, and all is serene, A fleeting glimpse of beauty, a dreamlike scene. The roses whisper secrets, of love and of its cost, As she lies there, lost in a world of beauty, forever lost.