Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is crowned with roses, her lips a vibrant hue, A vision of beauty, amidst the blooms, serene and true. The red roses surround her, a passionate, loving shroud, As she dreams, her soul is free, in a world avowed. Her skin, a porcelain canvas, smooth and fair, A masterpiece of art, beyond compare. The roses, like rubies, glow with inner light, As she rests, bathed in their gentle, loving sight. In this still moment, she is one with the flowers, A fleeting beauty, that in memory, endures. The roses whisper secrets, of love and of desire, As she sleeps, her heart is on fire. In this dreamlike state, she is free to roam, In a world of beauty, where love is the only home. The roses, a symbol, of passion and of might, Guard her as she sleeps, through the dark of night. And when she wakes, the roses will remain, A testament to the beauty, that she contains.