Rose Noir
Reflection
In the shadows, she finds her light,
A rose in her hair, a tale to ignite.
Eyes closed, she savors the moment's might,
A dance of light and darkness, a gentle night.
Her lips, a rosebud's promise, soft and bright,
In the silence, her beauty takes flight.
The red roses, like passion's burning flame,
In her hair, a symbol of love's sweet name.
The black earrings, like tears from above,
A reflection of beauty, a labor of love.
In this portrait, a story unfolds,
Of a woman, a rose, and a heart that's told.
A tale of mystery, of beauty and might,
A rose noir, a woman, a work of art in sight.