Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the whispers of her hair, red roses entwine,
A tale of beauty, love, and sorrow divine.
Her eyes, like shadows, softly close,
As petals dance, a melancholy repose.
The wind whispers secrets, her soul now free,
In this dance of roses, she is meant to be.
With every strand, a story's told,
Of passion, loss, and a heart of gold.
In black and white, her form is cast,
Yet red roses bring her story to life at last.
A vision of contrasts, she stands tall,
A fleeting moment, forever to recall.
In this portrait, a world is seen,
Where love and sorrow, in beauty, are gleaned.
The roses, like tears, fall from above,
A requiem for love, a tale of endless love.