Eternal Bloom
Reflection
In the embrace of shadows, where light dares to tread,
A figure emerges, adorned in crimson's sacred thread.
Red roses, a crown of thorns, yet a symbol of grace,
A silent testament to the soul's unyielding embrace.
The darkness cradles her, a canvas of infinite night,
Where whispers of beauty find their eternal light.
Her gaze, a mirror of the universe's deep, unspoken lore,
A journey through time, a story untold, yet forevermore.
The roses, vibrant and alive, speak of passion and pain,
A paradox of love and loss, a cycle of gain.
She stands as a beacon, a guardian of the unseen,
A reminder that beauty thrives where shadows convene.
This is not just a portrait, but a mirror of the soul,
A reflection of the journey we all must control.
In her eyes, we see ourselves, in her roses, our dreams,
A call to embrace the darkness, to let the light stream.
Eternal Bloom, a symbol of resilience and grace,
A reminder that beauty is found in the face of the race.
Through shadows and light, we find our truest form,
In her, we see the eternal, the unyielding, the norm.