Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the depths of crimson, a vision lies,
A woman serene, with closed eyes.
The roses surround her, a velvet shroud,
A symbol of love, in a somber cloud.
Her lips, a deep red, a rose's hue,
Invite the viewer, to a world anew.
The darkness reigns, with subtle might,
A backdrop for, the beauty in sight.
The roses, a garland, soft and tight,
Enfold her, in a gentle night.
The image whispers, of a love so true,
A requiem for, a heart that's new.
In this still moment, she finds her peace,
A fleeting calm, the world's release.
The roses, a metaphor, for life's brief span,
Remind us to cherish, the love we plan.