Rose Requiem

In slumber, she finds solace amidst the roses' crimson hue, A sea of petals, a gentle, loving brew. The red lips, a whispered promise, a heart's desire, As the flowers envelop her, a soul on fire. The monochromatic skin, a canvas of serenity, A contrast to the vibrant blooms, a dance of duality. The curlers in her hair, a subtle hint of vulnerability, A moment of stillness, a pause in life's grand symphony. The roses, a symbol of love, of passion, of life, A fleeting beauty, a moment's peace, a soul's strife. In this tableau, we find a reflection of our own, A journey through the thorns, to the heart's unknown. A path of self-discovery, of love, of loss, of gain, A rose requiem, a eulogy for the heart's deepest pain. And in the silence, we find a truth profound, A beauty that transcends, a love that's unbound.