Eternal Bloom
Reflection
In the heart of crimson petals, she lies,
A vision of grace, a silent symphony.
Her eyes closed, yet worlds unfold within,
A canvas of dreams, a tapestry of time.
The roses, vibrant and alive, cradle her form,
A paradox of life and death, beauty and decay.
Her skin, a canvas of monochrome, speaks of eternity,
While the reds of the roses whisper of passion's flame.
She is the keeper of secrets, the guardian of souls,
A muse for the ages, a beacon of hope.
In her stillness, the world finds its rhythm,
A reminder that beauty transcends the mortal coil.
Embrace the duality, the dance of light and shadow,
For in her gaze, you see your own reflection.
Let her be your guide, your eternal bloom,
A symbol of transformation, a testament to life's enduring grace.