Rose Noir

In the shadows, a beauty blooms, A rose in darkness, a heart that consumes. The red petals unfold like a secret kept, A symbol of passion, a mystery to be swept. The woman's face, a canvas of desire, A fragile beauty, a heart on fire. The black and white world, a backdrop for the rose, A contrast of emotions, a tale to disclose. The earrings dance, like tears of joy, As the necklace shines, a path to employ. The rose, a whisper, a gentle breeze, That stirs the soul, and rustles the trees. In this moment, she is free to be, A vision of loveliness, a sight to see.