Midnight Rose

In the shadow of her hair, the roses bloom, A midnight garden where sorrow perfumes, The air is thick with longing, a heart in gloom, Where petals unfold like secrets in the night's perfume. Her eyes, like lanterns, softly glow, A gentle light that guides through life's undertow, The delicate dance of light upon her skin, Echoes the beauty locked within. With every breath, a story softly speaks, Of love, of loss, of dreams that softly shatter and break, The roses, like her heart, are full and red, A symbol of the passion that in darkness is fed. In this quiet moment, she finds her peace, A reflection of the soul's deep release, Where the beauty of sorrow and love entwine, And in the stillness, a heart finds its rhyme.