Rose Serenade

In the stillness, she finds her strength, A vision of serene beauty, untouched by length. Her lips, a whispered promise, softly parted, As red roses adorn her, a symbol of love's heart. The gentle curve of her neck, a pathway to peace, Her eyes closed, a world of dreams release. The roses, a fiery halo, in her flowing mane, A dance of passion, in a quiet, mystic refrain. In monochrome, her form, a canvas of grace, The roses, a burst of color, in a secret place. A moment frozen, in time and space, A beauty that transcends, a gentle, loving face. Her hair, a wild tangle, a river's flow, As the roses whisper, a gentle, sweet glow. In this portrait, a story unfolds, Of love, of beauty, of a heart that's made of gold.