La Rosa Notturna

In the stillness of the night, she stands alone, A vision in black, with a rose's gentle tone. Her hair, a cascade of darkness, soft and free, A red rose blooming, a secret kept for she. The city below, a twinkling, distant haze, A backdrop for her contemplative gaze. The river's gentle flow, a soothing serenade, As she leans on the railing, lost in thought, unafraid. The darkness whispers secrets, of a world untold, And she, a mystic, listens, her heart made of gold. In this nocturnal reverie, she finds her peace, A sense of self, in the stillness, she releases. The rose, a symbol, of love and passion's fire, Guides her through the night, with a gentle, sweet desire. In the silence, she finds her inner voice, A whispered truth, that makes her heart rejoice.