Eternal Flame

In the heart of crimson, where passion ignites, A figure stands, cloaked in the embrace of fire. Red roses bloom, a symphony of life and light, Their petals whisper secrets of eternal might. The woman, a guardian of the sacred flame, Her gaze a mirror of the soul's purest aim. Her silhouette, bold against the fiery hue, A testament to strength, both fierce and true. The roses, vibrant and alive, a living tapestry, Each bloom a story, each petal a mystery. They cradle her, a timeless, sacred embrace, A symbol of love, of hope, of grace. In this moment, where art and life converge, We see ourselves reflected, our spirits emerge. For in the heart of the eternal flame, We find the courage to transform, to claim The power within, to rise above the fray, And bloom, like roses, in our own eternal way.