Lace Serenade

In delicate lace, a woman's form is spun, A testament to craftsmanship, where art and soul are won. The intricate patterns dance upon her face, A gentle whisper of a bygone era's grace. Her profile, a silhouette of serene repose, Adorned with flowers that in lace and thread disclose A beauty that transcends the material form, A symphony of texture, a visual, tactile storm. The pearls that adorn her neck, a subtle sheen, Reflect the softness of a beauty unseen, A harmony of white on white, a monochromatic hue, A celebration of the delicate and the new. In this lace serenade, we find a peaceful nest, A world where time stands still, and beauty is at rest.