Eternal Bloom

In the embrace of shadows, where light dares to tread, A figure emerges, cloaked in mystery and red. Roses bloom, not of earth, but of the soul's deep hue, A testament to love, to loss, and to the true. Her gaze, a mirror of the cosmos, reflects the stars, A silent plea, a whispered song, a heart that scars. The red roses, vibrant and alive, yet bound in decay, Speak of passion's fire, of life's eternal sway. The darkness cradles her, yet she stands unafraid, A beacon of strength, where shadows have been laid. Her presence is a poem, a symphony of grace, A reminder that beauty thrives in every place. For in the heart of night, where dreams are born anew, There lies a rose, a symbol of what we can do. To bloom, to rise, to conquer the shadows of the mind, To find the light within, where hope and love entwine. Oh, viewer, see yourself in her, in the roses' glow, For in her eyes, you'll find the strength to let go. Of fears, of doubts, of shadows that would seek to bind, And in the bloom of life, find peace of mind.