Rose Crown
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall,
A vision stirs, a rose-entwined call.
Her lips, a crimson promise keep,
As red roses in her hair softly sleep.
With eyes closed, her spirit takes flight,
In contemplation, a gentle light.
The stained glass whispers tales of old,
As morning sunbeams her face enfold.
Her beauty is a work of art divine,
A masterpiece that touches the heart's design.
In this serene and mystic hour,
She finds her strength, her inner power.
The roses crown her, a symbol true,
Of love and beauty, forever shining through.
Her presence is a gift, a treasure rare,
A moment's peace, beyond compare.