Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is surrounded by the velvet kiss of red roses, their petals a gentle caress on her skin so fair. Her lips, a crimson whisper, invite the night's sweet repose, as darkness dances with the shadows, without a care. The roses, like sentinels of love, stand guard around her head, their beauty a poignant reminder of life's fleeting thread. In this serene and mystic scene, we find a peaceful nest, where love and beauty entwine, and the heart is at rest. The roses, red as passion, soft as a summer's sigh, whisper secrets to the night, as the stars twinkle in the sky. In this quiet, dreamlike state, she is free to roam, where the roses' sweet perfume is her heart's sweet home. And when she wakes, the memory of this peaceful place, will linger on her lips, like the rose's gentle, sweet grace.