Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the shadow of her gaze, a rose blooms,
A fleeting beauty, a moment's perfume.
Her lips, a crimson whisper, invite the night,
As darkness dances, with the light.
The lace upon her skin, a delicate shroud,
Echoes the mystery, of a love avowed.
In her eyes, a story unfolds,
Of passion, of heartache, of secrets told.
The rose, a symbol, of love's fierce fire,
A flame that burns, with a heart's greatest desire.
In this portrait, a tale is spun,
Of a woman, with a heart, forever young.