Rose Enchantress

In the shadows, she blooms like a midnight rose, Her beauty is a whispered promise, a secret disclosed. The red rose in her hair, a symbol of her mystique, A guardian of the night, where dreams and darkness speak. Her eyes, like windows to the soul, shine bright and wide, Reflecting the depths of her inner world, where passion resides. The delicate lace on her shoulders, a fragile, lacy frame, For the strength and beauty that she holds, like a work of art in flame. In this portrait, she is captured, a moment in time, A snapshot of her essence, a glimpse of her sublime. The rose, a symbol of love, of passion, of the fire that burns, A beacon in the darkness, that guides and yearns. Her gaze, a window to her heart, where emotions roam, A landscape of feelings, where love and dreams are made home. In this image, she is free, unencumbered and wild, A spirit untamed, a beauty undefiled. The rose, a reminder of the beauty that she holds, A symbol of the love that she inspires, a story yet untold.