Rose Enchantress
Reflection
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.