Rose Serenade
Reflection
In the stillness, she finds her voice,
A melody that only roses know.
Her eyes, closed in reverie,
Drinking in the beauty that only silence can show.
The red rose, a symbol of passion,
Tucked behind her ear, a subtle confession.
Her lips, a gentle curve of red,
A promise of secrets yet to be said.
The light dances upon her skin,
A gentle lover's caress, soft within.
In this moment, she is free,
A vision of beauty, for you and me.
The world fades, leaving only her,
A serene and peaceful, ethereal stir.
Her beauty is a work of art,
A masterpiece that touches the heart.