Rose Requiem

In the depths of crimson, she finds her peace, A sea of roses, her soul's release. With eyes closed, she breathes the scented air, And lets the beauty of the moment be her prayer. The red roses surround her, a passionate embrace, As she surrenders to the beauty of the present place. Her lips, a vibrant red, a symbol of her inner fire, A flame that burns, a heart that aspires. In this moment, she is free, untethered and light, A being of beauty, bathed in the rose's gentle light. The world fades away, and all that's left is she, And the roses, a testament to her wild ecstasy. In this stillness, she finds her strength, A sense of self, a sense of length. The roses, a reminder of her own beauty, A beauty that's both fierce and subtle, a duality. In their presence, she is complete, a whole, A being of wonder, a soul that unfolds.