Rose Requiem

In the stillness of her repose, a tale unfolds, Of petals red and whispers untold. Her face, a canvas of serene delight, A monochrome beauty, bathed in soft, ethereal light. The roses, like rubies, scattered around, Echo the passion that her heart has found. In slumber, she finds solace, a peaceful nest, Among the flowers, her spirit finds rest. The roses, a symbol of love's fiery core, Dance with her hair, a waltz, evermore. In this tableau, a story is revealed, Of a soul at peace, with heart unsealed. The red roses, a testament to her inner fire, A flame that burns, a love that aspires.