Rose Requiem

In the depths of slumber, she finds her peace, Amidst the roses, her spirit releases. The red petals, like whispers of the heart, Enfold her in a gentle, loving art. Her lips, a crimson promise, sealed and true, Invite the beauty, both old and new. In this still moment, she is free to be, A vision of serenity, for you and me. The roses, like guardians, watch over her sleep, As the world outside, its vigil keeps. In this quiet scene, we find our own peace, A reflection of the beauty, we can't release. The roses, a symbol, of love's pure flame, That burns within, and forever remains. In the silence, her soul takes flight, Among the roses, where love shines bright.