Rose Serenade

In slumber, she finds solace, surrounded by velvet petals, A sea of red roses, a gentle, loving mettle. Her lips, a crimson whisper, inviting and divine, A beauty that transcends, a heart that's truly fine. The roses, like tender fingers, caressing her skin, As she dreams, her spirit takes flight within. In this serene tableau, time stands still, A moment of peaceful reverie, a heart that's fulfilled. The roses, a symbol of love, of passion, of the heart, A reflection of the beauty that lies within, a work of art. In this fleeting moment, she is free, A vision of loveliness, a serenade to the soul, a destiny.