Rose Serenity

In the realm of slumber, she finds solace among the roses, A serene escape, where petals caress her repose. The red blooms, like passionate whispers, surround her face, As she drifts, lost in a dream, in a tranquil, sacred space. Her skin, a canvas of porcelain, untouched by time, Reflects the beauty of a soul, in a peaceful, mystic rhyme. The roses, like guardians of her rest, watch over her sleep, Their velvet softness, a gentle lullaby, as she drifts deep. In this haven, she is free, her spirit unconfined, A vision of loveliness, where love and peace entwine. The world, with all its strife, fades into the background's hush, As she basks in the serenity, of this rose-filled, dreamy rush. In this moment, she is one, with the beauty that surrounds, A harmony of flesh and flower, in a peaceful, sacred grounds.