Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the shadow of red roses, she lies still,
Her face a canvas of serene will,
Eyes closed, as if in deep repose,
Her beauty is a moment frozen in time's pause.
The roses, like symbols of love and desire,
Dance around her, a fiery, passionate fire,
That contrasts with the calm of her pale skin,
A juxtaposition that speaks of life within.
Her hair, a wild tangle, a stormy sea,
Framing her face, a picture of ecstasy,
The silver dress, a shimmering, ethereal glow,
A reflection of the beauty that she holds within, a light that few may know.
In this moment, she is free, unbound,
A spirit soaring, her heart unbound,
The roses, a reminder of love's sweet pain,
A symbol of the beauty that remains.