Crimson Elegy
Reflection
In a sea of fiery petals, she stands serene,
A vision in orange, a heart unseen.
The flowers, a crown upon her head,
A symbol of passion, in her hands they're held.
The bouquet, a secret kept, a story untold,
A language of love, in the colors bold.
Red peonies, a tale of romance and might,
In her gaze, a depth, a soul alight.
The artist's brush, a dance of light and shade,
A masterpiece born, in the colors displayed.
In this portrait, a world of emotion resides,
A connection to the heart, where love abides.
The subject, a mystique, a beauty to behold,
A work of art, where the heart is made of gold.
The flowers, a metaphor, for the beauty within,
A reflection of the soul, where love begins.