Eternal Rose Bride

In the whispering light, she stands alone, A vision of beauty, a heart of stone. Her hair flows like a river's stream, As she gazes out, lost in a dream. The roses, a symbol of love's pure flame, Burn bright and fierce, a passionate claim. In white and red, they softly gleam, A bride's devotion, a heart's esteem. The balcony, a stage for her soul, A place where dreams and reality unfold. The columns stand, a testament to time, As she stands poised, a moment divine. In this fleeting instant, she is free, A bride, a woman, wild and carefree.