Rose Requiem

In the depths of crimson, she lies serene, A vision of beauty, a heart unseen. The roses surround her, a floral shroud, A symbol of love, in a somber mood. Her eyes closed, as if in slumber deep, Her lips, a rosebud's promise, softly keep. The shadows dance, upon her skin so fair, A midnight serenade, beyond compare. In this still moment, she is free to be, A goddess of roses, in ecstasy. The red blooms whisper, a gentle, sweet refrain, As she rests, surrounded, in love's sweet pain. In this quiet scene, we find our peace, A sense of calm, the world's wild release. The roses, a symbol, of love's pure might, Enfold her, in their beauty, a gentle night. In this image, we see, a beauty so rare, A fleeting glimpse, of a love beyond compare.