Rose Requiem

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.