La Rosa Oscura

In the shadows, a rose blooms in her hair, A symbol of passion, a beauty beyond compare. Her eyes, like darkness, deep and serene, Reflect the mystery of the unseen. Her lips, a whispered promise, red as fire, Invite the soul to a sweet, secret desire. The light dances upon her skin so fair, Illuminating the beauty that's beyond compare. In this portrait, a story unfolds, Of a woman, a rose, and a heart that's told. A tale of love, of passion, of the heart's deepest sigh, Echoes through eternity, a beauty that won't die. The rose, a symbol of love's fierce might, Adorns her hair, a beacon in the night. Her beauty is a flame that burns so bright, Guiding us through the darkness, into the light.