Rose Serenade

In the shadows, a vision of beauty lies, Adorned with roses, her presence sighs. Softly lit, her face, a canvas fair, Eyes closed, as if in love's sweet prayer. The red roses, like passion's burning flame, Dance in her hair, a sensual, mystic game. Her lips, a promise of secrets untold, A whispered tale, of love's mysteries to unfold. In this still moment, she is free, A fleeting glimpse, of ecstasy. The roses, like nature's own work of art, A masterpiece, that beats within her heart. A symbol of love, that never fades, A beauty that, in darkness is displayed. In this image, a story is spun, Of a woman, with beauty, forever won.