Rose Requiem

In the depths of slumber, she finds solace among the roses, Their velvet petals a gentle caress, a soothing repose. The red hue of passion, a symbol of love's fierce fire, A flame that burns within, a heart that aspires. Her lips, a crimson whisper, a promise of desire, A tender invitation to the heart's dark mire. The shadows dance upon her skin, a chiaroscuro play, As she surrenders to the beauty of the roses' sway. In this serene and mystic scene, we find our own release, A letting go of worries, a gentle, peaceful ease. The roses, like tears of joy, fall upon her face, A symbol of the beauty that time and love cannot erase. In this tranquil moment, she is one with the flowers, A union of flesh and petal, a harmony of hours. The world, with all its strife, fades into the background's hush, As she, surrounded by roses, finds her heart's gentle rush.