Velvet Serenade

In the soft glow of the window's caress, she stands, a vision of elegance, her eyes closed, drinking in the light. The red rose, a symbol of passion, entwined in her hair, whispers tales of love and mystery. Her lips, painted red, a siren's call, beckoning the heart to follow. The darkness of her attire, a canvas of sophistication, a backdrop for the luminescence of her skin. The shadows dance upon her face, a chiaroscuro of emotions, a depth of feeling, a world within. In this moment, she is a universe, a cosmos of beauty, a serenade of the soul.