Rose Requiem

In the depths of crimson, she finds solace, A sea of roses, a gentle, loving hold. Her eyes closed, a peaceful, serene face, A vision of beauty, in a sacred space. The red roses, a symbol of love and desire, Surround her, a tender, burning fire. Her lips, a deep red, inviting and sweet, A promise of passion, a heart that skips a beat. In this moment, she is free and alive, A fleeting glimpse, of a beauty that thrives. The roses, a halo, a crown of love, A symbol of the beauty, sent from above. In this image, we find a peaceful nest, A place of refuge, where love is at its best. The woman, a vision, of loveliness and light, A shining star, on a dark and endless night.