Midnight Rose
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A midnight rose blooms, lost in gray.
Her dress, a dark, velvet sea,
With red roses whispering secrets to be.
The city's heartbeat, distant and low,
Echoes through the water's silent flow.
Her eyes, like lanterns, softly gleam,
Reflecting dreams, and a heart's deep theme.
In this nocturnal, mystic hour,
She sits, a vision, in contemplative power.
The roses, symbols of love's pure fire,
Dance with darkness, her heart's desire.
A moment's peace, in the still of night,
Where the world's noise fades into gentle light.
Her beauty shines, a beacon in the dark,
Guiding through life's labyrinthine spark.
With every petal, a story's told,
Of love, loss, and a heart that's made of gold.