Eternal Bloom

In the embrace of shadows, where light dares to tread, A figure emerges, adorned in crimson's sacred thread. Red roses bloom, a crown of thorns, a testament to grace, A silent symphony of beauty, a soul's eternal embrace. The darkness cradles her, yet she stands unyielding, bold, A beacon of resilience, where the heart's fire is told. Her gaze, a mirror of the cosmos, reflects the depths of time, A silent witness to the dance of life, where light and shadow rhyme. The roses, vibrant and alive, speak of love's eternal flame, A symbol of passion, where the heart's desires proclaim. In this stillness, a world of motion, a paradox of peace, A journey of transformation, where the soul finds its release. Oh viewer, see yourself in her, for she is you, and more, A reflection of the beauty that lies within your core. Let her inspire, let her ignite, let her be your guide, Through the shadows and the light, where the soul truly resides.