Midnight Blossom
Reflection
In the stillness, she finds her strength,
A midnight blossom, unfolding at length.
Her lips, a rosebud's promise, red and fine,
A gentle curve, a beauty divine.
The light dances, a waltz of shadows and gold,
Upon her skin, a story unfold.
The red rose in her hair, a symbol of her heart,
A flame that burns, a love that will never depart.
In the quiet, she is free to be,
A vision of elegance, a sight to see.
Her beauty is a reflection of her soul,
A gentle spirit, a heart that makes her whole.