Rose Requiem
Reflection
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.