Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the garden of shadows, she lies entwined with crimson blooms,
Her hair a tumble of night, her skin a canvas of dreams.
The roses, like velvet whispers, caress her skin so fair,
As she surrenders to the beauty, her spirit beyond compare.
Her lips, a rosebud promise, inviting the heart to explore,
In the silence, her beauty speaks, a language all its own.
With eyes closed, she breathes the scent, a sensual, sweet delight,
In this stillness, she finds peace, a moment's fleeting light.
The roses, like guardians of secrets, watch over her repose,
Their thorns, a reminder of life's beauty and its hidden woes.
In this tableau of elegance, she reigns, a queen of the night,
A vision of mystery, a heart that beats with gentle might.
The roses, in their splendor, reflect the beauty within,
A mirror to the soul, where love and longing entwine.
In this portrait of serenity, we find a truth profound,
That beauty is a journey, not a destination, forever unbound.