Rose Requiem

In the depths of slumber, she finds solace among the roses, A crown of red petals, a symbol of her soul's repose. The soft glow of her skin, a canvas of serenity, As the flowers envelop her, a gentle harmony. Her lips, a whispered promise, a secret kept, A beauty that transcends, a mystic depth. The roses, like sentinels of love and loss, Guarding the threshold, where dreams and reality cross. In this fleeting moment, she is free, A vision of loveliness, for the heart to see. A requiem for the soul, a celebration of the heart, A fusion of beauty and sorrow, a work of art. The roses, a metaphor for life's duality, Remind us that beauty and pain are intertwined in humanity. In the stillness, she finds peace, a refuge from the world's din, A place where love and sorrow entwine, and the heart can begin.