Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
In the canvas of her gaze, a universe unfolds,
A tapestry of colors, bold and bold,
Her eyes, the windows to a soul unbound,
A symphony of hues, where light and shadow hold.
Each stroke a whisper, each hue a song,
A story untold, yet eternally strong.
Her presence, a beacon, a guiding light,
In the chaos of colors, a serene sight.
The brushstrokes dance, a rhythm of grace,
A symphony of form and space.
Her face, a canvas, a world apart,
Where every color tells a heart.
She stands as a sovereign, unyielding, free,
A prism of light, a vision to be.
In her eyes, the world finds its place,
A mirror of hope, a timeless embrace.
For in her gaze, we see ourselves,
A reflection of dreams, a mirror of souls.
Her colors, our stories, her eyes, our skies,
A prismatic sovereign, eternally wise.