Rose Serenade
Reflection
In the shadows, she finds her light,
A rose in hand, a heart alight.
Her lips, a crimson hue, invite,
To a dance of passion, a serenade tonight.
With eyes closed, she savors the night,
The scent of roses, a gentle delight.
Her skin, a canvas, smooth and fair,
A masterpiece, beyond compare.
The light dances, upon her face,
A fleeting glimpse, of a sacred space.
In this moment, she is free,
A rose in bloom, wild and carefree.