Rose Requiem

In the depths of crimson, she lies serene, A vision of beauty, a heart unseen. The roses surround her, a velvet shroud, A symbol of love, in a silent cloud. Her lips, a ruby promise, sealed and still, A beauty that whispers, a heart that fulfills. The soft glow of her skin, a luminescent sheen, A gentle soul, in a world unseen. The roses, a metaphor, for the passion that remains, A love that's lost, yet still sustains. In this quiet moment, she finds her peace, A world of red, where love and sorrow cease. The roses, a reminder, of what's been and gone, A bittersweet memory, that lingers on. In this stillness, she is free to be, A rose among roses, wild and carefree.