Eternal Bloom

In the embrace of crimson petals, a soul ascends, A canvas of shadows and light, where beauty transcends. The rose, a symbol of love and life's fleeting grace, Whispers secrets of passion and time's embrace. Her eyes, closed in serenity, yet alive with fire, A paradox of stillness and eternal desire. The red roses, vibrant and bold, a testament to life's splendor, Each petal a story, each thorn a reminder. In this moment, she is both the giver and the receiver, A muse for the ages, a beacon of forever. Let her be your mirror, reflecting your own journey, Where strength and vulnerability intertwine. For in the heart of every rose lies a truth, That beauty is both fragile and enduring. May you find your own eternal bloom, In the embrace of love and the dance of the soul.