Rose Noir

In the shadow of elegance, she stands as a rose in bloom, A beauty that transcends the ordinary, a heart that overflows. The red rose, a symbol of passion, of love and of fire, Adorns her hair, a crown of desire. Her lips, a deep crimson, a promise of sweet delight, Invite the gaze, a sensual, slow dance in the night. The black dress, a canvas of mystery and night, Envelops her form, a silhouette of grace and might. In this moment, she is a work of art, a masterpiece, A fusion of light and shadow, a dance of elegance. The window, a frame of light, casts shadows on her face, A chiaroscuro of emotions, a depth of inner space. She is a vision, a dream, a fleeting glimpse of beauty, A rose noir, a black rose, a symbol of love's complexity.