Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is surrounded by the velvet kiss of red roses, their petals a gentle caress on her skin. The world is hushed, a quiet reverie, as she dreams of love and passion's fire within. Her lips, a crimson promise, sealed and true, invite the roses to whisper secrets anew. In this serene and mystic scene, she reigns, queen of the night, with beauty that remains. The roses, like sentinels of love, stand guard, their thorns a reminder of love's bittersweet regard. Yet, in their beauty, she finds peaceful nest, where love's flame burns bright, and her heart finds rest. In this still moment, time stands still, as she basks in the roses' gentle, loving will.