Velvet Repose
Reflection
In the cradle of red roses, she finds her haven,
A serene escape, where petals softly rave.
Her lips, a crimson whisper, inviting and bold,
A gentle smile, where secrets are told.
With eyes closed, she breathes the scented air,
And in the stillness, her spirit is fair.
The roses, like sentinels of love and desire,
Guard her peaceful slumber, a heart on fire.
In this tableau of beauty, where shadows play,
She is the muse, in a world of her own way.
The red roses, a symbol of passion's flame,
Enfold her, a protective, loving frame.
In this moment, time stands still, and all is right,
As she basks in the beauty, of this quiet night.
The world, with all its din and strife, fades away,
As she rests, surrounded, by love's sweet array.