Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
In the canvas of time, a soul ascends,
A woman's gaze, a mirror of the divine.
Her eyes, a storm of colors, deep and vast,
A prism breaking light into realms untold.
Her presence, a symphony of hues and lines,
A dance of shadows where the spirit dwells.
Each stroke a whisper, each hue a song,
A testament to the beauty of the soul.
The canvas breathes, alive with her essence,
A tapestry of dreams and silent grace.
Her form, a beacon in the chaos of life,
A guide to the path where the heart takes flight.
In her eyes, the world finds its reflection,
A mirror to the soul's eternal quest.
Through her, we see the fragments of ourselves,
A journey of transformation, never rest.
For in her gaze, the universe is held,
A prismatic sovereign, forever bold.