Rose Noir
Reflection
In the shadows, she blooms like a midnight rose,
Her beauty is a mystery, a secret she knows.
With lips of crimson and skin of porcelain fair,
She stands as a testament to elegance and care.
The red rose in her hair, a symbol of passion's fire,
A flame that burns bright, yet never tires.
Her eyes, like dark pools, deep and serene,
Reflect the beauty of a soul unseen.
In her presence, we find a sense of calm,
A feeling that our deepest selves are balm.
She is a work of art, a masterpiece so fine,
A treasure to behold, a beauty divine.
With every glance, she draws us in,
A siren's call, a whispered promise to win.
Her beauty is a gift, a treasure to share,
A rose noir, rare and beyond compare.