Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the depths of crimson, she finds her peace,
A sea of roses, her soul's release.
With eyes closed, she surrenders to the night,
Her lips, a whispered promise, a gentle delight.
The roses, like tears, fall around her face,
A mourning for the beauty of a fleeting pace.
Her skin, a canvas, pale and fair,
A contrast to the passion, the red roses share.
In this still moment, she is free to be,
A vision of serenity, for you and me.
The roses, they whisper secrets in her ear,
Of love and loss, of life and death, and all that's dear.
In this rose requiem, she finds her rest,
A beauty that is timeless, forever blessed.