Rose Crown

In the depths of darkness, a vision blooms, A woman, serene, with roses in her perfumed gloom. Her lips, a crimson whisper, invite the night, As petals softly kiss her forehead, a gentle delight. The roses, like rubies, glow with inner fire, A crown of passion, her soul's highest desire. In this still moment, she is free to be, A goddess, shrouded in mystery. The wind whispers secrets, as her hair flows like a stream, And in the shadows, her beauty is a dream. The roses, a symbol of love's eternal flame, Adorn her, a talisman, a heart that's not tamed. In this portrait, we see a work of art, A masterpiece, that touches the heart. A celebration of beauty, in all its forms, A tribute to the feminine, a mystic norm.