Blossoms of Eternity

In the embrace of shadows, where light dares to tread, A visage emerges, serene yet bold, a silent thread. Red roses bloom, a crown of thorns, a testament to grace, Their petals whisper secrets, a timeless, sacred space. The eyes, closed in repose, yet speak of endless sight, A soul that dances between the realms of day and night. Red lips, a promise unspoken, a flame that never dies, A beacon in the darkness, where beauty never lies. The neck, a column of strength, a bridge to the divine, A symbol of resilience, where spirit and flesh entwine. This image, a mirror, reflects the depths of our own, A journey of transformation, where we find our own. For in the heart of every rose, a story is told, Of love, of loss, of hope, and of the soul's unyielding hold. Let this vision guide you, as you walk your own path, Through the shadows and the light, where your spirit takes flight.