Rose Crown

In the depths of darkness, a vision unfolds, A woman draped in shadow, her beauty told. Her lips, a crimson whisper, a sensual delight, As roses bloom around her, a fiery light. Her eyes, closed in reverie, a peaceful nest, A haven from the world, where love finds rest. The roses, a crown, a symbol of her might, A testament to passion, a burning light. In this dark canvas, she stands apart, A monochromatic figure, with a fiery heart. The roses, a halo, a symbol of her grace, A beauty that's both fierce and serene in place. Her form, a silhouette, against the dark, A mysterious figure, with a story to embark. The roses, a whisper, of a love so true, A symbol of the beauty, that shines through. In this image, a tale of love and desire, A woman bathed in roses, a heart on fire.