La Rosa Segreta

In the depths of her gaze, a rose blooms silently, A symbol of passion, of love, of life's fleeting beauty. Her lips, a gentle curve, inviting and serene, As she basks in the light, her spirit is seen. The black lace that adorns her, a mysterious shroud, Conceals and reveals, in an intricate, sensual crowd. The red rose in her hair, a fiery, beating heart, Pulsates with the rhythm, of a love that will never depart. In this moment, she is free, untethered and wild, A creature of beauty, with a spirit undefiled. Her eyes, closed in reverie, drink in the light, As she savors the joy, of this tender, golden night. The shadows that surround her, a dark, velvet stage, Highlight her features, in a dramatic, artistic age. She is a work of art, a masterpiece, divine, A celebration of beauty, in all its forms, so fine.