Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the depths of slumber, she finds solace among the roses,
their velvet petals a gentle caress to her skin.
The red hue, a symbol of passion, of life, of love,
surrounds her, a halo of beauty from above.
Her lips, a rosebud's promise, inviting and sweet,
her eyelids, a canvas for dreams to meet.
The roses, like tears of joy, fall around her face,
a testament to the beauty of a sacred space.
In this serene tableau, she is free to be,
a goddess of love, wild and carelessly.
The roses, they whisper secrets in her ear,
of a world where love is the only truth, so clear.
And as she sleeps, surrounded by their gentle might,
she is a vision of beauty, a wondrous sight.