Eternal Rose Whisper
Reflection
In the embrace of crimson petals, she rests,
A silent queen of shadows and light.
Her eyes, closed in a dream of eternity,
Speak of secrets untold, of love and of flight.
The roses, vibrant and fierce, cradle her form,
A testament to passion's unyielding flame.
Her hair, a cascade of midnight, flows free,
A river of mystery, a tale untamed.
In this stillness, time seems to pause,
As if the world holds its breath,
To witness the beauty that transcends the ordinary,
A moment where the soul finds its depth.
Her lips, a touch of scarlet, hint at whispers,
Of promises made in the heart of the night.
The shadows play upon her face,
A dance of light and dark, a paradox of sight.
This is not just a portrait, but a journey,
A call to the viewer's own inner light.
For in her gaze, though closed, lies a mirror,
Reflecting the dreams that we hold so tight.
Eternal Rose Whisper, a symphony of grace,
A canvas where the soul can take flight.
Let her be your guide, through shadows and light,
To the places where your heart finds its might.