Rose Requiem

In the depths of crimson petals, she lies serene, A vision of beauty, in slumber unseen. The roses surround her, a velvet shroud, A symbol of passion, in silence avowed. Her skin, a canvas, of alabaster hue, Inviting the gaze, with a gentle 'come anew'. The roses, like whispers, of a lover's sigh, Echoing the heartbeat, of a soul on high. In this tableau, of red and white, A tale of love and beauty, in endless night. The roses, a metaphor, for life's fleeting dream, A reminder to cherish, the beauty that's seen. In the stillness, she finds her peace, A refuge from the world, in the roses' release.