Rose Serenity

In a sea of crimson, she floats, serene and still, Her porcelain skin, a canvas, untouched by time's will. The roses, like whispers, surround her, a gentle hush, As she basks in their beauty, her spirit, a tender rush. Her lips, a rosebud's promise, inviting and red, Her eyes, closed, as if in slumber, or in prayer, long since dead. The light dances upon her skin, a soft, ethereal glow, As if the roses' essence, had awakened her soul's deep flow. In this tableau, she is the center, a vision of peace, A moment frozen, where love and beauty release. The roses, a symbol, of love's eternal, fierce might, Enfold her, a sanctuary, where she takes flight. In their depths, her story, a tale of love and loss, A reminder, that in beauty, we find our greatest cost. Yet, in this stillness, she finds her inner voice, A whispered truth, that in serenity, she makes her choice.