La Rosa Segreta

In the shadows, a rose blooms, A secret kept, a beauty assumed. The woman's profile, a vision serene, A red rose in her hair, a heart unseen. The veil that binds, a mystic tie, A symbol of love, that touches the sky. Her skin, a canvas, smooth and fair, A masterpiece, beyond compare. The darkness fades, as light prevails, And in her beauty, our hearts set sail. A journey inward, to the soul's deep core, Where love and beauty, forever roar. In this portrait, we find our own tale, A story of love, that never fails. The rose, a metaphor, for the heart's desire, A flame that burns, like a burning fire.