Rose Requiem

In the depths of slumber, she finds solace, A sea of red roses, her gentle collage. Soft petals caress her porcelain skin, As the world outside fades, and darkness creeps in. Her lips, a deep crimson, a rose in bloom, Invite the shadows to a gentle perfume. The roses, like sentinels of love and pain, Guard her repose, a vigil to maintain. In this still moment, she is free to roam, In the realm of dreams, where love is made known. The roses whisper secrets, of a love so true, A language only known, to hearts that renew. In this quiet scene, she finds her peace, A refuge from the world's noise, a world to cease. The roses, a symbol, of love's enduring might, Shine bright, a beacon, in the dark of night.