Rose Requiem

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.