Rose Requiem

In the velvet darkness, a vision unfolds, A woman's face, a canvas of porcelain gold. Red roses entwine, a passionate, mournful hold, As if love's essence had been distilled into this frame. Her lips, a crimson whisper, invite the night, Eyes closed, as if in reverie or flight. The roses, like rubies, glisten with dew, A testament to beauty, both fierce and true. In this tableau, we find a mystic spell, A harmony of contrasts, where darkness and light dwell. The roses, a symbol of love's eternal flame, That burns bright, even in the shadow's name. In this portrait, we see a reflection of our own, A journey through the realms of heart and soul, unknown. A dance between the sensual and the divine, Where beauty and mystery forever intertwine.