Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is kissed by shadows, Adorned with roses, red as passion's whispers. Her lips, a crimson promise, sealed and still, A beauty that transcends the mortal will. The roses, like velvet sighs, surround her form, As if the night itself had wrapped her in a gentle storm. Her face, a canvas of serene repose, Reflects the beauty that only dreams disclose. In this tableau of darkness and light, She is the epitome of beauty, a wondrous sight. The roses, like sentinels of love, stand guard, As she sleeps, lost in a world of dreams unheard. Her beauty is a requiem, a song of love and loss, A celebration of the mystique that the night doth cross. In this image, we find a reflection of our own desires, A longing for the beauty that the heart aspires. It is a reminder that beauty is not just seen, But felt, a sensation that the soul can glean. In the silence, her beauty speaks to us, A language that is understood by the heart, not just the eyes.