Rose Noir

In the shadow of the rose, she finds her strength. A symbol of love, a token of her length. The red petals unfold like the pages of her story, A tale of beauty, of passion, of glory. Her eyes, like the night, are dark and deep, A canvas for the dreams she keeps. The satin dress, a gentle hue, A reflection of the beauty she holds true. In the stillness, she finds her voice, A whisper of courage, a heartfelt choice. The rose, a reminder of her inner might, A beacon in the darkness, shining bright.