Vermilion Awakening
Reflection
In the depths of her gaze, a story unfolds,
A canvas of freckles, a map of gold.
Red splatters dance upon her skin,
A testament to the trials within.
Her blue eyes, a window to the soul,
Reflect the turmoil, the trials made whole.
The freckles, like constellations bright,
Guide us through the darkness of night.
With every glance, a tale is spun,
Of resilience, of battles won.
The red marks, a badge of honor worn,
A symbol of the strength that's born.
In her eyes, a world of depth is found,
A reflection of the heart's profound.
The vermilion hue, a vibrant, living thing,
Pulsates with life, and the heart's sweet sting.
In this portrait, we see a soul on fire,
A spirit that burns, a heart that aspires.