Rose Requiem

In the depths of crimson, a vision lies, A woman shrouded, with closed eyes. Red roses entwine, a floral shroud, A symbol of love, in a silent crowd. Her lips, a rosebud's promise keep, As she surrenders to the darkness deep. The roses whisper secrets, of a love so true, A requiem for the heart, that beats anew. In this still moment, she finds her peace, A world of passion, in a silent release. The roses, like tears, fall from above, A cascade of love, a labor of endless love. In this image, a story unfolds, Of a heart that beats, with a love so bold. A tale of beauty, in a rose's gentle hue, A requiem for the soul, that's forever true.