Eternal Bloom

In the embrace of shadows, where light dares to tread, A woman stands, her visage both serene and bold. Red roses, vibrant and fierce, frame her head, A crown of thorns, yet beauty's untold. Her eyes, windows to a soul that dares to dream, A silent rebellion against the night's embrace. The roses whisper secrets, a language of flame, A testament to love, pain, and grace. Her form, a silhouette against the void, A symbol of strength, where darkness does not reign. The roses, her armor, her heart's unyielding pride, A beacon of hope in the shadow's domain. This is not just a portrait, but a journey, A tale of resilience, of beauty's eternal bloom. In her gaze, we see ourselves, our own dreams, A mirror reflecting the soul's profound room. The roses, a talisman, a symbol of life, A reminder that even in darkness, light can thrive. This is 'Eternal Bloom,' a story untold, A canvas where transformation is evermore.