Rose Requiem

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.