Eternal Bloom
Reflection
In the heart of crimson, where shadows dance,
A woman's visage, serene yet untamed,
Cradled by roses, a crown of thorns and grace,
Her eyes closed, a world of dreams she embraces.
The red whispers secrets of love and pain,
Each petal a story, each thorn a gain.
Her skin, a canvas of light and shadow,
A testament to the beauty of the flawed.
The roses, a talisman of passion's might,
A symbol of life, of death, and of light.
They cradle her, protect her, and yet, they pierce,
For beauty is born from both joy and tears.
In this moment, she is both queen and muse,
A beacon of strength, a mirror of you.
For in her gaze, we see our own reflection,
A journey of transformation, a soul's connection.
Eternal Bloom, where the past and future meet,
A reminder that beauty is both fierce and sweet.