Rose Requiem

In the depths of slumber, she is crowned with roses, A delicate balance between life and repose. The red blooms, like passionate whispers, surround her, As if the very essence of love has been distilled into their petals. Her lips, painted with the hue of night, Invite the shadows to dance upon her skin. The light, a gentle caress, dances across her face, Illuminating the contours of a beauty both fierce and serene. In this moment, she is a sanctuary of peace, A refuge from the world's din and chaos. The roses, like sentinels of love, guard her repose, As the world outside recedes, and all that remains is the gentle hush of her presence. In the stillness, her beauty is a prayer, A testament to the power of vulnerability and strength. The roses, too, seem to be in a state of reverie, Their beauty, like hers, is a reflection of the divine.