Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is crowned with roses, her lips a vibrant hue, A vision of beauty, in a world both dark and true. The red roses surround her, a halo of passion and fire, As she dreams, her spirit takes flight, with heart's deepest desire. Her skin, a canvas of porcelain, smooth and serene, A contrast to the bold red of her lips, a beauty unseen. The roses, like tears of blood, fall around her face, A symbol of love, loss, and the beauty of a secret place. In this moment, she is free, her soul untethered and light, A fleeting glimpse of a dream, where love and beauty take flight. The roses, a reminder of the passion that she holds within, A flame that burns, a love that yearns, a heart that beats and wins. In the stillness, she finds peace, a respite from the world's din, A moment's peace, a lifetime's beauty, locked within.