Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
In the canvas of time, a soul ignites,
A woman's gaze, a universe of light.
Her colors dance, a symphony of hues,
A prism shattered, yet a whole it fuses.
Her eyes, the windows to an endless sea,
Reflect the stars that guide eternity.
Her hair, a storm of whispers, wild and free,
A tempest of thoughts, yet calm in me.
The brushstrokes weave, a tapestry of dreams,
Each stroke a story, each hue a theme.
Her presence calls, a silent, powerful plea,
To see beyond the surface, to be free.
For in her eyes, we find our own reflection,
A mirror of our hopes, our hidden direction.
She stands as a beacon, a guiding star,
A prismatic sovereign, forever afar.
Yet in her gaze, we find our own embrace,
A mirror of our soul, a sacred space.
For in her eyes, we see our own rebirth,
A prismatic sovereign, a timeless gift.