Rose Requiem

In the depths of slumber, she finds solace among the roses, Petals unfolding like the pages of a secret story. Her lips, a crimson whisper, a promise of what's to be, A beauty shrouded in mystery, a sight to see. The roses, like sentinels of passion, guard her repose, Their thorns a reminder of the beauty that it encloses. In this stillness, she is free, a vision of serene might, A fleeting glimpse of a dream, a moment's pure delight. The roses, red as love, as fire, as the heart's deep core, Enfold her, a protective shroud, a symbol of love evermore. In this quiet, she is reborn, her spirit renewed and free, A rose among roses, a beauty for all to see. The world, with all its strife, fades into the background's hush, As she, surrounded by her floral guard, finds her gentle rush. In this image, a tale of beauty, love, and mystery unfolds, A story of a woman, lost in thought, her heart made of gold.