Midnight Petals
Reflection
In the shadowed silence, she stands alone,
Her dark hair a cascade, like the night's own throne.
Red roses in hand, a symbol of heart's fire,
As she gazes down, her soul's deepest desire.
The world around her fades into darkened haze,
Yet in her beauty, a fierce light blazes.
With every petal, a story unfolds,
Of love, loss, and the strength that never grows old.
In her eyes, a tale of resilience is told,
A journey through darkness, to a heart made of gold.
The roses, a reminder of passion's flame,
That burns within, a guiding light through life's game.
Her presence is a whispered promise, a vow to endure,
A beauty that transcends, and forever will allure.
In the stillness, she finds her inner voice,
A quiet strength, a heart that makes some noise.
The roses, red as the fire that they bear,
Illuminate her path, through life's joy and despair.