Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the depths of crimson, she finds her peace,
A sea of roses, her soul's release.
With eyes closed, she breathes the scented air,
And in the beauty, her spirit is laid bare.
The red roses surround her, a velvet shroud,
A symbol of love, in a silent crowd.
Her skin, a canvas, smooth and fair,
Reflects the light, with a subtle glow, beyond compare.
The roses whisper secrets, of a love so true,
A language only known, to hearts that renew.
In this serene scene, she is free to be,
A vision of beauty, for you and me.
The roses, a metaphor, for life's fleeting sigh,
Remind us to cherish, the beauty passing by.
In the stillness, she finds her strength,
A rose requiem, a gentle, loving length.