Midnight Devotion

In the shadowed light, she stands alone, Her dark dress a canvas, her soul a tone, The roses, red as passion, lie at her feet, A symbol of love, in sorrow, they meet. Her eyes, downcast, hide a tale untold, Of dreams and heartaches, of love grown cold, The curls of her hair, a wild, dark frame, For a face that whispers secrets, and a heart that claims. In this quiet moment, she finds her peace, A midnight devotion, her soul's release, The world outside fades, as she stands there, Lost in thought, with the roses, her only care. The darkness is her solace, her guiding light, A place where she can be, without a fight, The red roses, a reminder of love's fire, A flame that burns, a heart's greatest desire.