Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the depths of crimson, she finds her peace,
A sea of roses, her soul's release.
With eyes closed, she surrenders to the night,
Her lips, a whisper of a gentle, sweet delight.
The red roses surround her, a passionate embrace,
A symbol of love, in a tranquil, sacred space.
Her skin, a canvas, smooth and fair,
A masterpiece, beyond compare.
In this serene and intimate moment, she is free,
A vision of beauty, for you and me.
The roses, a metaphor, for life's fleeting sighs,
Remind us to cherish, the beauty that lies.
In the stillness, she finds her inner voice,
A reflection of the heart, a heartfelt choice.
To let go, to surrender, to be reborn,
In the beauty of the roses, her spirit is sworn.