Rose Requiem
Reflection
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.