La Rosa Oscura

In the depths of her gaze, a rose blooms, A symbol of passion, a heart that assumes, The beauty of sorrow, the weight of desire, A beauty that transcends, like a burning fire. Her eyes, like dark pools, draw you in, A mystery that beckons, a story to begin, The rose, a token of love and pain, A reminder of the beauty that remains. In the soft light, her features shine, A portrait of elegance, a heart that entwines, The rose's velvet petals, a gentle caress, A soothing balm for the soul's dark unrest. In this moment, she is free, A spirit that soars, wild and carefree, The rose, a symbol of her inner strength, A beacon of hope, in the dark of night's length.