Rose Requiem

In the stillness, she surrenders to the roses, Her lips, a whispered promise, crimson as the blooms. The red petals enfold her, a gentle, loving shroud, As she drifts on the scent, her heart unbound. The world fades, leaving only the softness of her skin, The velvet touch of roses, and the darkness within. Her eyes, closed to the world, open to the soul, Drinking in the beauty, making it whole. In this quiet moment, she is free to be, A creature of mystery, wild and carefree. The roses, like tears, fall around her face, A symbol of love, in all its forms and time. In their depths, she finds solace, a peaceful nest, A place to hide, where love is the only test. And when she rises, she will be reborn, With the roses' beauty, forever sworn.