Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the depths of crimson, she lies entwined,
A vision of beauty, a heart of the vine.
Red roses surround her, a floral shroud,
As she sleeps, her lips a vibrant, crimson cloud.
Her skin, a porcelain canvas, smooth and fair,
Inviting the gaze, with a subtle, sensual air.
The roses, like tears, fall around her face,
A symbol of love, in a dark, secret place.
In this still moment, she is free,
A fleeting dream, for you and me.
The roses whisper secrets, of a love so true,
As she rests, in their velvet, red hue.
A moment's peace, in a world of strife,
A rose requiem, for the beauty of life.