Midnight Rose

In the depths of night, where shadows softly fall, A vision emerges, a beauty to enthrall. With eyes closed, she stands, a serene delight, A midnight rose, in the dark of night. Her raven tresses cascade, like the night's dark veil, Framing a face, where mystery and beauty prevail. The lace that adorns her, like a gossamer dream, Invites the gaze, to a world of silent theme. The red roses, like rubies, in the dark's embrace, Symbolize the passion, in this quiet, sacred space. In this moment, time stands still, and all is right, As she inhales the scent, of the roses' sweet delight. A moment of peace, in the stillness of the night, Where the world's din fades, and all is made right. The soft light dancing, on her skin so fair, Highlights the beauty, beyond compare. In this portrait, we see, a soul so serene, A midnight rose, in all her mystique, is seen.