Rose Requiem

In a sea of crimson, she floats serene, A monochrome soul, amidst the vibrant scene. The roses, like tears, surround her face, A poignant reminder of love's fleeting pace. Her eyes, closed to the world, yet open wide, To the whispers of petals, softly gliding. In this dark, velvety night, she's lost and found, A beauty shrouded, in a roseate crown. The shadows dance, upon her skin so fair, As if the roses themselves were mourning there. In this tableau of sorrow, she's at peace, A moment's beauty, in eternal release. The roses, like memories, cling to her tight, A bittersweet reminder, of love's pure light. In their depths, her story is told and retold, A testament to love, young and old. Her presence is a whisper, a gentle breeze, That stirs the roses, and rustles the trees. In this rose requiem, she finds her home, A place of solace, where love is never unknown.