Rose Noir

In the shadow of elegance, she stands, A vision of beauty, with a rose in her hands. The red bloom, a symbol of passion and fire, Adorns her hair, a crown of desire. Her eyes closed, lost in thought, she sighs, A moment of peace, in a world of surprise. The black and white world, a canvas so fine, Contrasts with the rose, a vibrant sign. Of life, of love, of the beauty within, A reflection of the soul, a story to begin. The soft light, a gentle caress on her skin, Highlights the curves, a sensual dance within. The rose, a whispered secret, a tale untold, A symbol of the mystery, that she holds. In this moment, she is free, a work of art, A masterpiece, a treasure to the heart.