Eternal Bloom
Reflection
In the heart of crimson, where shadows dance,
A woman blooms, a rose in her embrace.
Her gaze, a mirror of the soul's embrace,
Reflects the beauty of the eternal flame.
Red roses whisper secrets of the night,
Their thorns a testament to love's sharp bite.
Yet in her hands, they soften, lose their sting,
A symbol of the strength that she can bring.
Amidst the darkness, her light shines so bright,
A beacon for those lost in the cold night.
Her presence speaks of resilience, of grace,
A reminder that beauty can find its place.
In every petal, a story untold,
A journey of transformation, bold and old.
For in her arms, the roses are reborn,
A symbol of hope, where love is sworn.
Oh viewer, see yourself in her gaze,
For in her bloom, your own strength you'll raise.
Let her be your guide, your eternal bloom,
A reminder that beauty can overcome the gloom.