Eternal Bloom
Reflection
In the embrace of crimson petals, a soul ascends,
A symphony of shadows and light, where beauty transcends.
The rose, a timeless muse, whispers secrets untold,
Its thorns a reminder of love's sharp, yet noble hold.
Her eyes, closed in serenity, yet alive with grace,
A silent testament to the power of her race.
The monochrome canvas cradles her form,
A contrast of shadows that speak of her storm.
Roses, vibrant and bold, frame her face,
A crown of passion, a symbol of grace.
Each petal a story, each thorn a scar,
Together they weave a tapestry of war.
In this stillness, a world of motion lies,
A dance of life, death, and endless skies.
For in her gaze, the viewer finds their own,
A mirror reflecting the soul's unknown.
Eternal Bloom, a name that fits so well,
A timeless beauty, a tale that never fell.
For in her presence, the heart does not weep,
But finds its courage, its strength, and its keep.