Rose Requiem
Reflection
In slumber, she floats on a sea of red petals,
A vision of beauty, where pain and peace settle.
The roses, like whispers of a lover's sigh,
Surround her, a halo of passion, a whispered goodbye.
Her lips, a crimson promise, a heart that beats strong,
In the stillness, her spirit begins to belong.
To the roses, to the darkness, to the light,
She is a dream, a fleeting moment, a work of art in sight.
The shadows dance upon her skin so fair,
A testament to the beauty that lies there.
In this tableau, she is free, untold,
A mystery, a tale of love that never grows old.
The roses, they whisper secrets in her ear,
Of a world where love and sorrow, forever appear.
And as she sleeps, surrounded by their gentle hue,
She is a rose herself, forever renewed.