Rose Requiem

In the stillness, she finds her voice, A gentle breeze that rustles the roses' choice. Her eyes closed, a canvas of serene delight, A moment's peace, in the darkness of night. The red roses, like passion's burning flame, Surround her, a symbol of love's eternal game. Her skin, a porcelain doll's, so fair and bright, A contrast to the darkness, a guiding light. The wind whispers secrets, as her hair flows free, A dance of shadows, a waltz of ecstasy. In this fleeting moment, she is one with the night, A fusion of beauty, a heart alight. The roses, like tears, fall from above, A symbol of love, a token of endless love. Her lips, a rosebud's promise, a gentle smile, A whispered secret, a heart's deep guile. In this image, she is free, untamed, and wild, A rose in bloom, a heart undefiled.