Eternal Bloom
Reflection
In the heart of crimson petals, she lies,
A canvas of shadows where dreams take flight.
Red roses whisper secrets of love and loss,
Their thorns a silent guard, their beauty a cost.
Her eyes, closed in repose, yet alive with grace,
A mirror reflecting the soul's inner space.
The darkness cradles her form, a gentle embrace,
A symphony of shadows and light's embrace.
Each petal a story, each thorn a sigh,
A testament to life's fragility.
She is the keeper of secrets, the guardian of time,
In her stillness, the world finds rhyme.
For in her gaze, we see ourselves,
A reflection of beauty, a mirror of souls.
Eternal bloom, where time stands still,
A masterpiece of love, a timeless thrill.