Love's Shadowed Bloom

In the abyss of the heart, where shadows play,
Blooms a rose, in a peculiar array.
Thorns sharp as regrets, petals dark as the night,
A love that whispers both fear and delight.

In the garden of the soul, where secrets reside,
Grows a rose of the dark, with beauty it hides.
In its embrace, both pain and pleasure we find,
A metaphor for love, complexly intertwined.

Each petal a story, tinged with joys and with woes,
In the depths of love's darkness, a singular rose.
Its fragrance, a memory of kisses and tears,
A dance of emotions, through the passing years.

In the shadowed depths, where the heart roams free,
Lies a rose of the night, a love's mystery.
With every thorn that pricks, a lesson it gives,
In the paradox of love, this rose, it lives.

Oh, how it blooms in the abyss of the mind,
A symbol of love, not just sweet but refined.
In the darkness of affection, a light it still shows,
In the depths of the heart, forever grows the rose.

A rose in the dark, with whispers of the light,
Love's enduring echo, through day and through night.
Embracing the shadows, accepting the pain,
In the heart's deep abyss, where love's truths remain.

In love's enigmatic play, a rose finds its part,
Bloomed in the depths of the wandering heart.
In its beauty and pain, a story it weaves,
A rose in the dark, love's mystery it believes.

So here in the darkness, where love's secrets dwell,
The rose of the night, in its glory, does swell.
A metaphor of love, in its darkest hue,
Yet within its shadows, a beauty ever true.