Rose Serenade

In the depths of slumber, she is crowned with beauty, A wreath of red roses, a symbol of love's duty. Her lips, a gentle curve, inviting and serene, A haven of peace, where the heart can be seen. The roses, like passion, surround her with fire, Yet, in her stillness, a calm heart's desire. The world may be loud, but in this moment, she's free, A vision of loveliness, for you and me. In the language of flowers, red roses speak of love, A language that echoes, sent from above. This portrait whispers secrets, of the heart's deep core, A tale of beauty, that we adore. In her repose, we find a peaceful nest, A place to lay our hearts, and be at rest. The roses, a guardian, watch over her sleep, A symbol of dreams, where love does creep. In this serene scene, we find our own peace, A reflection of beauty, our souls release.