Eternal Bloom
Reflection
In the embrace of shadows, where light dares to tread,
A visage emerges, adorned with crimson's sacred thread.
Roses bloom not in the garden, but upon the brow,
A crown of thorns, yet a testament to love's enduring vow.
The eyes, a portal to the soul, gaze upward, unafraid,
As if seeking answers in the vast, uncharted shade.
The lips, a whisper of secrets, a promise yet untold,
In this stillness, a symphony of emotions unfolds.
The darkness cradles her, yet she stands defiant, bold,
A beacon of strength, where vulnerability is gold.
The roses, a symbol of passion, of life's fleeting grace,
A reminder that beauty thrives in the embrace of space.
This is not just a portrait, but a mirror to the soul,
A reflection of our own journey, where we dare to grow whole.
In the quiet of this image, find your own eternal bloom,
For in the darkness, the light of transformation is found, and it's true, it's profound.