Rose Serenata
Reflection
In the stillness, a rose blooms in her hair,
A symbol of beauty, beyond compare.
Her eyes closed, her face lifted high,
A moment of peace, in a world gone by.
The red rose, a flame that burns so bright,
Guides her through the darkness, into the light.
Her lips, a gentle curve, a promise of delight,
A whispered secret, in the silent night.
The white garment, a canvas of innocence,
Adorned with flowers, a tale of resilience.
In this portrait, a story unfolds,
Of a woman, strong, yet vulnerable, told.
The shadows dance, upon her skin so fair,
A testament to the beauty, that's beyond compare.
In this moment, she is free, untold,
A rose in bloom, a heart that's made of gold.