Rose Enchantress

In the shadow of elegance, she stands, A vision of beauty, with a rose in her hands. Her lips, a whispered promise, her eyes, a gentle breeze, That rustles the petals, of a heart that beats. The red rose, a symbol, of passion and of fire, A flame that burns, with a desire that never tires. Her skin, a canvas, of smooth, unblemished white, Inviting the gaze, to linger through the night. The off-the-shoulder gown, a classic, timeless pose, Exudes a sense of mystery, and an untold story unfolds. The background, a blurred, and faded, Gothic spire, Echoes the mystique, of a bygone, romantic fire. In this moment, she is free, a work of art in motion, A living, breathing, embodiment, of a gentle devotion.