Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the shadow of beauty, a rose blooms in darkness,
A fleeting moment, a lifetime of emotion.
The subject's gaze, a window to the soul,
A dance of light and shadow, a story untold.
The red roses, a symbol of passion and fire,
Weaved into her hair, a tale of desire.
The black attire, a cloak of mystery and night,
A contrast to the light, that shines with all its might.
The earrings, a whisper of elegance and poise,
A delicate balance, between darkness and joys.
The eyes, a deep well, of secrets untold,
A beauty that mesmerizes, young and old.
In this moment, she is free,
A rose in bloom, wild and carefree.
The light, a gentle touch, on her skin so fair,
A caress of warmth, that banishes all care.
The shadows, a reminder, of the darkness within,
A balance to the light, that shines from her skin.
In this portrait, a story unfolds,
A tale of beauty, of love, of life, of gold.