Rose Serenade
Reflection
In the depths of slumber, she is cradled by roses,
A sea of red petals, a gentle repose.
Her lips, a whispered promise, softly parted,
As if to receive the kiss of the flowers' heart.
The darkness envelops her, a velvet shroud,
Yet, her beauty shines, a luminescent cloud.
The roses, like sentinels of love, guard her repose,
Their thorns, a reminder of passion's tender woes.
In this tableau, she is the epitome of grace,
A vision of beauty, in a world of shadowy space.
The roses, they whisper secrets, of love and desire,
As she sleeps, surrounded, by their fervent fire.