Rose Serenade
Reflection
In the silence, a woman's beauty reigns,
Her face a canvas, painted with delicate refrains.
Red roses dance, a sensual, secret waltz,
As she closes her eyes, lost in a world of subtle trance.
The black and white hues, a timeless, classic frame,
For lips that beckon, a siren's subtle claim.
The roses, like whispers, soft and low,
Envelop her, a gentle, loving glow.
In this still moment, she is free,
A vision of beauty, for you and me.
The roses, a symbol, of love's pure fire,
That burns within, a heart's deepest desire.
As she basks in their beauty, her soul takes flight,
In a world of wonder, where love is the light.