Rose Requiem

In the silence, she finds her voice, A melody of petals, a heart's choice. The roses whisper secrets, as her eyes close tight, A dance of shadows, in the fading light. Her skin, a canvas, of monochrome hue, A backdrop for the roses, red and true. The wind whispers truths, as her hair flows free, A symphony of sorrow, a requiem to be. In this moment, she is lost and found, A beauty born of darkness, a heart unbound. The roses, like tears, fall from above, A lament for love, a tale of endless love. Her lips, a whisper, a prayer to the night, A rose requiem, a lullaby of delight. In the stillness, she finds her peace, A rose-filled reverie, a world to cease.