Rose Requiem

In the depths of slumber, she finds solace amidst the velvet petals of red roses. Her lips, a whispered promise of passion's flame, Dance with the shadows, a sensual, sweet refrain. The roses, like rubies, burn with inner fire, As she, a porcelain doll, surrenders to desire. In this dark, romantic waltz, she is lost and found, A beauty, shrouded, yet radiant, unbound. The roses, her crown, a symbol of love's fierce might, Guarding the secrets of her heart, through the endless night. In this stillness, she is free, a mystic, lost in dreams, Where red roses bloom, and her spirit gleams. A fleeting glance, a moment's pause, and she is gone, Leaving behind the roses, a lingering, sweet song. The memory of her, a haunting, ethereal refrain, Echoes through eternity, a love that remains.