Rosso Veneziano
Reflection
In the whispers of Venice, where canals weave tales of old,
A vision stands, a beauty to behold.
A woman lost in thought, her spirit free,
Adorned with roses, a sight to see.
Her lips, a gentle curve, a promise of delight,
Her eyes, a window to the soul's deep night.
The city fades to monochrome, a backdrop gray,
While she, in vibrant color, comes alive to stay.
The roses in her hair, a symbol of her heart's fire,
A flame that burns, a passion that aspires.
In this fleeting moment, she is lost and found,
A balance of contrasts, a beauty unbound.
The world around her fades, a blurred haze,
As she stands, a vision, in a timeless daze.
Her dress, a floral dance, a whimsical play,
Echoes the beauty of the roses in her hair today.
In 'Rosso Veneziano', we find a tale of love and art,
A celebration of beauty, a treasure to the heart.