Eternal Bloom
Reflection
In the embrace of shadows, where light dares to tread,
A figure emerges, adorned in crimson's sacred thread.
Red roses, vibrant and bold, weave a crown of grace,
A testament to beauty, a symbol of time's embrace.
Her form is serene, yet her presence commands the gaze,
A silent testament to the strength that lies in repose.
The darkness cradles her, yet her spirit refuses to fade,
A beacon of resilience, where light and shadow are made.
The roses, a talisman of love and passion's flame,
Speak of life's fragility and the eternal name.
They are not just flowers, but messengers of the soul,
Whispering secrets of love that time cannot control.
In this portrait, we see ourselves reflected, we find,
A mirror of our own journey, where transformation begins.
The roses remind us of the beauty in decay,
And the eternal bloom that rises from life's darkest way.
So let this image be a guide, a map for your soul,
A reminder that beauty thrives where shadows are whole.
For in the dance of light and dark, we find our true grace,
And in the eternal bloom, we see our own face.