Eternal Bloom
Reflection
In the embrace of shadows, a soul blooms,
A canvas of crimson petals, a crown of thorns.
The woman's gaze, a silent plea,
A whisper of secrets untold, a story of time.
Her lips, a promise of passion, her skin, a canvas of light and shadow.
The roses, a testament to life's fragility,
A symbol of love, of pain, of beauty's transient grace.
In this moment, she is both the giver and the taker,
The keeper of secrets, the bearer of dreams.
Her eyes, closed in repose, yet alive with emotion,
Speak of a world where the heart beats in rhythm with the roses.
This is not just a portrait, but a journey,
A path where the viewer becomes the subject,
Finding their own story in the depths of her gaze.
The eternal bloom is not just in the roses,
But in the soul that cradles them,
A timeless beauty, a reminder of the human spirit's resilience.