Vermilion Awakening

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.