Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the depths of crimson, she finds her peace,
A sea of roses, a gentle release.
Her eyes closed, her soul takes flight,
In the beauty of red, she finds her light.
The roses surround her, a velvet shroud,
A symbol of love, in a silent crowd.
Her lips, a rosebud, inviting and bright,
In the darkness, a beacon of light.
The roses whisper secrets, of a love so true,
A language only known, to the heart anew.
In this sea of red, she finds her home,
A place where love and beauty are never unknown.
The roses, a testament, to her inner strength,
A reminder of the beauty, that lies at length.
In the stillness, she finds her voice,
A whispered promise, of a heartfelt choice.