Rose Noir

In the shadows, she stands, a vision of elegance and poise, Her dark hair styled in a bun, a red rose, her only choice. A symbol of passion, of love and of fire, It contrasts with her pale skin, a heart's greatest desire. Her white dress, a canvas, pure and untainted, A backdrop for the rose, her beauty is maintained. The darkness around her, a mysterious shroud, That highlights her features, like a work of art, avowed. Her eyes cast downward, a gaze so serene, A beauty that's timeless, a sight unseen. The rose, a whisper, of a story untold, Of love, of loss, of a heart that's bold. In this portrait, we see a work of art, A masterpiece, that speaks to the heart.