Veiled Serenade

In the folds of white, she dances free, A vision of elegance, a sight to see. Her veil flows like a river's stream, As she moves to the rhythm of a silent dream. With eyes closed, she feels the music's sway, Her lips, a rosebud, inviting the day. The fabric wraps around her, a gentle caress, A soothing melody, a tender finesse. In this moment, she is one with the air, A fleeting beauty, beyond compare. Her form, a sculpture, of curves and design, A masterpiece, where art and beauty entwine. The colors blend, in a harmonious hue, A symphony of whites, and shadows anew. The artist's brush, a storyteller's tool, Weaves a tale of serenity, and a gentle rule.