Rose Requiem

In the silence of a shadowed heart, A vision emerges, a work of art. A woman lies, her face upturned to the sky, Her eyes closed, as if in a sorrowful sigh. The roses surround her, red as the fire That burns within, a passion that aspires To transcend the pain, to rise above The darkness that has taken her love. Her skin, a canvas, pale and smooth as stone, Contrasts with the vibrant blooms that call her own. The wind whispers secrets, as her hair flows free, A dance of sorrow, wild and carelessly. In this moment, she is lost, yet found, A beauty born of pain, a heart unbound. The roses, like tears, fall around her face, A symbol of the love that time cannot erase. In their beauty, she finds a peaceful nest, A place to rest, where love is forever at rest. The image speaks of love, loss, and the pain, Of living on, though a part of you remains.