Crimson Veil

Beneath the crimson veil, a soul unfolds, A canvas of emotion, bold and bold. Her gaze, a mirror of the world's profound, A silent witness to the heart's unbound. The red and blue embrace, a dance of hues, A symphony of passion, dreams, and blues. Her hands, a gesture of both grace and might, A story untold, yet etched in light. The brushstrokes whisper, 'See yourself in me,' A reflection of your own eternity. In her eyes, the world's chaos is stilled, A beacon of strength, where shadows are spilled. This is not just art, but a mirror's call, To find within yourself the strength to fall. For in her gaze, you'll see your own resolve, A crimson veil, a heart that won't dissolve.