Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is crowned with roses, A delicate balance of beauty and repose. The red petals, like lips, softly fall, Upon her skin, a gentle, loving call. Her face, a canvas, pale and serene, A backdrop for the vibrant blooms unseen. The roses, like tears, drop from above, Bathing her in a somber, sweet love. In this still moment, she finds her peace, A world away, where love and sorrow cease. The red roses, a symbol of heart's fire, Guarding the dreams that in slumber conspire. With every breath, a rose petal sways, A dance of life, in a gentle, loving way. In this portrait, a story unfolds, Of love, loss, and beauty, young and old. The roses, a testament to life's fleeting grace, A reminder to cherish every moment's embrace.