Rose Serenade

In the depths of slumber, she finds her peace, Amidst the roses, her spirit releases. The red petals, like whispers, surround her face, A gentle lullaby, a serene, sacred space. Her lips, a subtle smile, a hint of delight, As the roses' beauty, her soul takes flight. In this tranquil scene, she is free to be, A vision of loveliness, for you and me. The roses, like guardians, watch over her rest, Their velvet softness, her heart has blessed. In this still moment, time stands still, As she basks in the beauty, her heart's thrill. The roses, a symbol, of love's pure fire, That burns within her, a heart's desire. In this serene tableau, we find our peace, A reflection of our own, inner release.