Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the shadows, a rose blooms in her hair,
A symbol of passion, a beauty beyond compare.
Her eyes, closed in contemplation, hide the depth,
Of a soul that yearns for more, for a love that's yet to breath.
The light dances on her skin, a gentle caress,
As she stands, a vision, in quiet, dark dress.
The red rose, a whisper of desire and fate,
A mysterious allure, that beckons and creates.
In this moment, she is lost, yet found,
A paradox of strength and vulnerability unbound.
The darkness frames her, a silhouette of grace,
A beauty that transcends, a wondrous, secret place.
Her lips, a promise, of love and of dreams,
A rose requiem, for the heart that it seems.