Midnight Bloom
Reflection
In the shadow of her hair, darkness reigns,
A midnight garden where roses remain.
Their red petals, like lips, softly part,
A whispered promise to a gentle heart.
Her eyes, closed in reverie, conceal
A world of dreams, where love and pain reveal.
The lace upon her skin, a delicate shroud,
Guards the secrets of a heart avowed.
In this chiaroscuro dance, light and dark entwine,
A mystic waltz, where beauty and sorrow align.
The roses, symbols of a love so true,
Echo the whispers of a heart anew.
In this serene and contemplative space,
A world of emotion finds its sacred place.
The gentle curve of her face, a haven,
Where the beauty of sorrow is forever craved.
In the soft folds of her dark attire,
Lies a tale of love, a heart's deep fire.
And as the roses bloom, so does her soul,
In the quiet moments, her heart makes whole.